Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and have a good with 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," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the
They said Pusha ain't fit with the
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 killer
I aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

Shake that body, that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, that 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 they necks 'til they breathe
Claim they five stars but you dreams
They say death by threes
Line all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury 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 brick from an nigga
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world 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, barely the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and shot him 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
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party that
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 I've been told (I don't know but been told)
If you get fresh get all the (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way than all my foes (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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!