Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that body
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 dealer (Woo!) write it in bold
They a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, with 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' H·A·M in Ibiza done a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm four door

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

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

Step on they necks 'til they breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
They say death by threes
Line them all up and just see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' 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 you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. sign, can't nobody hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
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, Rodney
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops come through and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

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