Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it
I got a lock ya, to bring
Got the championships so I'ma the ring
Church boy, raised by my momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical funk
It's a of the times, guards on a mission

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them niggas acting thirsty
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my
When my drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya trees
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

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

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