Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe a God above me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) it in bold letters
They a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came aboard for more just to rhyme with him
Think '99, Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, pour more)
if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

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

on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you
say death multiplies by threes
Line all up and let's just see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' in the park then I want in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
a circus without you clown 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 that body, that bod
Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that body
Come and a good time with G.O.D

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing
Picture so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and don't come true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him in front 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 service if you hope to someday us
We got in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that body
Come and have a 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 been told (I don't know 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 fresher 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' today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!