Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I there's a God above me
I'm the God of everything else
I put in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck else
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They said ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think good 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)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that body (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 multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a from an outta-town nigga
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, nobody hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He got enough to get his mama 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 to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that body
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 don't know but I've been told (I know but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way fresher all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody pick out they clothes)
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!