Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm just the God of else
I put in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the
They said ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
H·A·M in Ibiza done took 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 that body, party bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a good with G.O.D (yeah)

Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, that 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 'til they breathe
Claim five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by
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' in the park then I want in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying 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 three 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 was frontin'
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where don't 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 in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the
Did not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that
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 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 fresher all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
please pick 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' today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!