Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck everything
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
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 think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
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 mess up whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake body, party that body
and have a good time 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 don't know but I've been (I don't know but I've been told)
If you get fresh get all the (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!