Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that
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 in everything else
"New God Flow," everything else
Supreme dope (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 with 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 just to with him
'99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose on us)
Goin' H·A·M in done 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 that body, that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a time with G.O.D (yeah)

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

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

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake 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 over the
Went 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, King's
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Houston
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He got enough to get his mama a condo
Then ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
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 with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and 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

that body, party that bod
Shake body, party that bod
that body, party 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 fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher all my foes (I'm way fresher than 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!