Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party that
Come and have a 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
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
They love a spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha fit with the umbrella
But I was with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff 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 over do it, pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

Step on necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they stars but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A sold in the park then I want in
a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden
M.A. sign, can't nobody hold me down

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god
I guess that's a only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, an uncle that 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 there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to serve us
We got green in our eyes, just my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, 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 don't 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 than all my (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!