Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

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

I believe there's a God me
I'm just the God of else
I put holes in else
"New God Flow," fuck everything
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) it in bold letters
love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the
But I was good with the Yay' as a
I think good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme him
Think '99, 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)
if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door

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

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

Step on they 'til they can't breathe
Claim five stars but sell you dreams
They say death by threes
Line them all up and let's see
em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury (Ay!)
Im ballin',
A nick' sold in the park I want in
What's a king without a crown, (What?)
What's a circus without you clown (Ha!)
What's a from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. golden child
M.A. dollar sign, can't hold me down

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

Hold up, I ain't to stunt, man
But Yeezys 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,
Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters, in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you your soul
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut
That can mess up your whole life, like an that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't true
Like the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He even got enough to get his a condo
Then they ran up and shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a
Man the summer too hot you can it in the street
Welcome to Sunday if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick
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 Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And we'll anybody that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party bod
Shake that body, party 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 told (I don't know but 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 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 shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' today? G.O.O.D. Music!