Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God I Got It

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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Thank God I got it, thank God nigga I got it
Thank God yeah a nigga ain't
And Lil Yachty, nigga count broccoli
I be it not stoppin'
nigga getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a a choppin'
Ocean, more shit I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more
Life is fab when I'm driven
talk but I creep the low shit
Bag a million hit 'em the oh shit
Hit him with the oh
Pull with the fo-fifth
Forfeit a nigga fo-quit
Everybody up in the know shit
I I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it'
I get money and a no option
Nigga tourin' and the niggas mobbin'
I I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie
Bugatti to McLaren, [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick bottle
Percosets me sex and the logic
Hundred trans and the trans the
I I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see in Rodney
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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her ho-ope

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Yeh I get it
I don't about wifey
Bad bitch beside me
I get high I'm writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay me driving
When she Imma right it
I it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up like I'm
I wanna make a Jackson
We riding in that Aston
The love life not
Take me to
'fore a minute I see heaven
You live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
Chop booty, keep it
Dance club laughing it
Head right, fast in here
Everybody start to gold
Ball hard, I'm a
hard til the damage done
Live 'til the day is done
hard with my number one

Yeah

I am a

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Gettin' top
Oh yeah me papi
Hell can't stop me, no way
I get the money, get it I flip it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the go away
I get the
I get a flow to it
I get that real shit, real
Talking oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope
like old way
Remember them old
Lock out door-way

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'member the we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, dazing
I can be raw let you here
Baby I'm slowly
Keeping your thoughts me
your thoughts inside me
Only about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping thoughts beside me
your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we
Baby, I'm slowly
Keeping your inside me
your thoughts inside me
Only about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping thoughts inside me
Keeping your behind me

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Yeah, remember old ways
Lock out door-way
Gettin' top
Oh yeah call me
Hell yea stop me
I get the money, get it then I it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go
I get the
I get beating a
I get that shit, real shit
Talking oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope
like old way
Remember old ways
Lock out that