Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

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

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

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

Step on they necks they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. sign, can't nobody hold me down

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 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 Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party that
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 know but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my (I'm way fresher 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!