Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I there's a God above me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," everything else
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write 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 with the as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99, when woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over do it, I'mma more)
Well if you coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death by threes
Line all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A sold in the park then I want in
What's a without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus you clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an nigga
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 that body, party bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake that body, party that
Come and have a good with G.O.D

Hold up, I trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the
Went most 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
we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, rest in to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something from
working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle touched you
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He got enough to get his mama a condo
they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the too hot you can feel it in the street
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 with the
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, admire 'Ye

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