Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and have a time with G.O.D

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a dealer
A hot temper, with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to with him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

Shake that body, that bod (That's rare nigga!)
that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, that body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D (yeah)

Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, that bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim they stars but sell you dreams
They say death by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the then I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick an outta-town nigga
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
Come and a good time with G.O.D

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
Went from most to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't through and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
Come and have a good with G.O.D

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
I don't know but I've been told (I know but I've been told)
If you get fresh get all the (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please out they clothes)
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!