Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm the God of everything else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," everything else
Supreme dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the
But I was with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, with a cold killer
I came aboard for more 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 done took a on us (ooh!)
(But since you do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four

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

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

on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but you dreams
They say death multiplies by
them all up and let's just see
Fuck em 'Ye, em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga Grand Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the then I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a brick from an nigga
you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody me down

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these jumped over the Jumpman
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, Rodney
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
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, an uncle that touched you
What has the come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his
From working McDonalds, barely the car note
He even got to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 in a week
Man the summer too hot you can 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 the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and
And ran to Jacob and the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that
Ask any dope boy you know, they 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
that body, party that body
Come and have a 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 (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 fresher than all my (I'm way fresher 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' shit G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!