Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party 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 everything
"New God Flow," everything else
Supreme dope (Woo!) write it in bold letters
love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They Pusha ain't fit with 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, when Puff had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done a toll on us (ooh!)
(But you over do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' door

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

Step on they necks they can't breathe
they five stars 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 with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the then I want in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you niggas? (Ha!)
What's a from an outta-town nigga
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, nobody hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
from 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, Rodney
'Cause we can't get along, no
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He even got enough to get his 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 too hot you can feel 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 part the water with the
Did strippers not an arc when 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," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake 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 know but I've been 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 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!