Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something from
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 come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him 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 serve us
We got green in our eyes, just my Erick 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 name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time 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 been told (I don't 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 (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 runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!