Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party body
Come and have a time with G.O.D

I believe a God above me
I'm just the God of everything
I put holes in everything
"New God Flow," fuck else
dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They said ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow
A hot temper, with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
Think '99, when Puff woulda had with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four

that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake body, party that body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a good with G.O.D (yeah)

that body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party bod (Whoa!)
Shake body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and a good time with G.O.D

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five but sell you dreams
They say death by threes
Line them all up and let's see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park then I in
What's a king a crown, nigga? (What?)
a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music child
M.A. sign, can't nobody hold me down

Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that bod
Shake that body, that body
Come and have a good time G.O.D

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and know
I'm living dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, paying the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a
Then ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to and made the new Jesus chains?
In name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," what Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party bod
Shake body, party that bod
that body, party that body
Come and a good time with G.O.D

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
I don't know but I've been told (I know but I've been told)
If you get get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they (Somebody please pick out they clothes)
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!