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 give her her 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 yeah I got it
Thank God a nigga ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count
I be it not stoppin'
Young getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a a choppin'
Ocean, shit 'for I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, champagne I'm pourin' more shit
Life is fab when I'm driven
Niggas talk but I the low shit
Bag a hit 'em with the oh shit
Hit him the oh o-shit
Pull back the fo-fifth
make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the shit
I feel I got it, nigga's and the niggas, they 'bout it'
I get money and a no option
Nigga tourin' and the niggas start
I I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie
to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick bottle
give me sex and the logic
Hundred and the trans the watching
I feel I got it, I can see just 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
God I give 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 know about wifey
Bad bitch right me
I get high I'm writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me
When she wrong right it
I beat it up I'm Tyson
I beat it up I'm Michael
I wanna make a Miss
We riding fast in Aston
The life not crashin'
me to yourself
'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
club keep laughing it
Head right, live in here
Everybody to gold diggin'
Ball hard, I'm a
Ball hard til the damage
Live life the day is done
Ball with my number one

Yeah

I am a

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

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

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