Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, mean?
It's be butter, know mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken heads
Son, no doubt, god real
Every member of my is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god

the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma the ring
Church boy, by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm the mystical funk technician
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

God bless ya lover, god you
God ya lover, god bless you
God ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god you

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting
Bless the sky, energy created by my third
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to shots at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for dolo in the Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter take it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're
Off some LL shit, chickens get
Cause I, form like
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it mad cool
It'll you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and it scorching

It's all for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? me
Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's