Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha fit with 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 with a cold
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
'99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, I'mma more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm four door

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

that 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 with G.O.D

Step on they necks they can't breathe
Claim they five but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
them all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from most hated to the god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did not part the water with 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 Jesus
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party 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 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 all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they (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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!