Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flo

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

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

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

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

Step on they necks 'til they breathe
Claim they five but sell you dreams
They say multiplies by threes
Line all up and let's just see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (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?)
What's a without you clown niggas? (Ha!)
a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys over the Jumpman
Went from hated to the champion god flow
I that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney
Cars, money, girls and the
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, made from nothing
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up whole life, like an uncle that touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his a condo
they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the
Welcome to Sunday service if you to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made 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," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time 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 told (I don't know but I've been told)
If you get fresh get all the hoes (If you get get all the hoes)
I'm way than all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please out they clothes (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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!