Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," everything else
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
'99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four

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

Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party 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 five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park then I in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody me down

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

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

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and a good time 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 don't know but I've told)
If you get fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way than all my foes)
Somebody please out they clothes (Somebody please pick 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!