Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that body
Come and have a good 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," everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) it in bold letters
They love a nigga's like Pac at the Coachella
They Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for more than just to with him
'99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

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

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

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and him right 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 in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did not part the water with 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 name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, 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 told (I don't know but been told)
If you get fresh get all the (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way than 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!