Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck everything
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the
They said Pusha fit with the umbrella
But I was good the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a killer
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
Think '99, when Puff had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, I'mma more)
Well if you coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

Shake that body, 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 they necks 'til they breathe
Claim five stars but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line them all up and just 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' 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 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 hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went most hated to the champion god flow
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living dreams,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up your life, like an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

Shake that body, that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that
Come and have a good 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 fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way fresher all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please pick out 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!