Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that body
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 else
"New God Flow," everything else
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four

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

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

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

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up whole life, like an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got to get his mama 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 feel it in the
Welcome to Sunday if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
that body, party 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 but I've been told (I don't 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 fresher all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they (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!