Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and have a time with 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," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
They a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
H·A·M in Ibiza 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 that bod (Rick nigga!)
Shake that body, party that (Yeah nigga!)
and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah)

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

Step on necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but 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 with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the then I want in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something from
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle 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
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He even got enough to get his 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 my Erick Sermon
Did not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did not get signed 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 Richard say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party 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 know but I've been told (I know but I've been told)
If you get fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way than all my foes)
Somebody 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!