Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that
Come and a good 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," everything else
Supreme dope (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' 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' door

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

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you 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 hold me down

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'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 nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, like an 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 the god go in his Murcielago
working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday 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 chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
and have 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 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 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 runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!