Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold
They love a nigga's 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 good 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched a cold killer
I aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

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

Step on they necks 'til they can't
Claim they five stars but you dreams
They say death by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the god flow
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
we drown all these haters, rest 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
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
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 cops come through and dreams don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
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
Welcome to Sunday 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 strippers not make an arc when I it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
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 anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and 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 I've 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 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!