Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in letters
love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I came aboard for than just to rhyme with him
'99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in 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

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

Shake that body, party 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 they necks they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
They say death multiplies by
Line them all up and just see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shoppin' at Targét (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 circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
When you flood and you can drown (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something from
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
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 come through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
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 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday us
We got green in our eyes, just my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake 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 don't know but I've been told (I don't 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 than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!