Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the
They said Pusha fit with the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came 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 Ibiza done took a on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron 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 to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up your whole life, an uncle that touched you
What has the world 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 got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and him right in front of his mom
40 in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
Welcome to service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
that 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 know 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)
please pick 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 runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!