Luyện nghe bài hát New God Flow

Shake that body, that bod
that 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
dope 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 good 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold
I came aboard for more than to rhyme with him
Think '99, when 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, pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm four door

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

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

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

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

up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped the Jumpman
Went from hated 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 to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your
Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you cut through
That can mess up whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm the 3 1 2
Where cops don't through and dreams don't come true
there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car
He got enough to get his mama 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 feel it in the
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday 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 I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus
In Jesus' name, let the say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's Richard Pryor say
And annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake body, party that bod
Shake that body, that bod
Shake 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 but I've been 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 fresher 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' today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who runnin' shit G.O.O.D. Music!