Luyện nghe bài hát Da God

(feat. X, Buckshot)
[Intro: Sean P, X]
P:]

God
X:]

Peace peace...
[Verse 1: P]
Ayyo, who the beatin' the God... peepin' the God?
hoe from the show, wanna sleep with the God
Wanna late-night with the God
Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, sheep with the God
She like: "Ruck, you skeet in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must think sweet with the God
Don't try to get with the God
Don't try to conversate 'n holdin' hands down the with the God
She thinkin' leavin' the God
I care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug's
Even ma squad "She be deceivin' you, God
She's the eightieth, she ain't believe in the Gods."
"Fatal Attraction" bitch got for the God
So I the left-side of the cheek on the broad
Now, I done wrote a goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be outta my goddamned
[Hook:
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
With no we pardon the dead
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the often
You Go to church!
You Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to to 'em
Please show 'em the light, the heat to 'em!
[Verse 2: X]
She say she wanna get the God
get slick 'n try to slit me, Lord
You think that I'm hard
us free like "Amistad"!
Now, dudes tryna beat the God
Like I ain't live up the block a murderer squad
Now, these dudes is hard
But ran to police when I pulled the rod
The actions of my calalry -
But I have 1 jail pass - one last
Who in the with the God?
Got a hundred grands, you can eat the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' sweet the God
come a lil better, took a P with the God
There is a to God
40 in ya face leaves snore piece charred
Dig out your pocket, snatch a lil
half to Price 'cause we peasant of God
[Verse 3: P]
I y'all niggaz bad speakin' to God
Damn! That's fucked up, it like that last week with the God
Y'all niggaz wanna clap at the God
I singin' shit - I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If your shit fat then get on a with the God,
If your shit wack you can't get on a with the God
Fuck I look like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack the hook type
Now, I done a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I be outta ma goddamned mind
wanna rap like the God *pff*
Go outta 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God
You ain't gotta do for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, the? crack for the God (Pee!)
Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head - is your bread
With no church we pardon the
All to AKs 'n coffins,
When God in the spot you see the devil
You Go to church!
You Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to to 'em
Please 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!
[Outro:
[Sean P:] "Everybody wanna... rap the God"
[Sadat X:] "Got... ta come a lil better, a P with the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a lotta rhymes
But this I must be outta my goddamned mind"
P:] "The God"