Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

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

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

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

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

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I guess a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'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, something from nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He even got to get his mama a condo
they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to service 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 name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that
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 get all the hoes (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 pick out 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!