Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm the God of everything else
I put in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think it's good 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza 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 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 body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him 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 service if you hope to serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick
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 the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard say
And we'll annihilate anybody violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a good time 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 I've 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 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!