Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God I Got It

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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
God I give her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her ho-ope

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Thank God I got it, thank God yeah I got it
Thank God yeah a ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga broccoli
I be gettin' it not
nigga getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a a choppin'
Ocean, more shit I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, champagne I'm pourin' more shit
is fab when I'm driven focus
Niggas but I creep the low shit
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh
Hit him with the oh
back with the fo-fifth
Forfeit a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the shit
I feel I got it, tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it'
I get money and a no option
Nigga tourin' and the niggas start
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz the Robbie
to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over
Percosets me sex and the logic
Hundred trans and the trans the
I I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see disbelief in
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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
God I give her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Yeh I get it
I don't know wifey
Bad right beside me
I get high I'm writing
We get in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong right it
I it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up like I'm
I make a Miss Jackson
We fast in that Aston
The love not crashin'
me to yourself
'fore a minute I see heaven
You wanna live it how I it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
booty, keep dancing it
Dance club laughing it
Head right, live in here
Everybody start to gold
hard, I'm a champion
Ball hard til the damage
life 'til the day is done
Ball hard my number one

Yeah

I am a

[Beat

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Gettin' top
Oh call me papi
Hell can't stop me, no way
I get the money, get it I flip it now the City know it
talkin' shit can't make the hits go away
I get the
I get a flow to it
I get that real shit, real
like oh yea
I get that dope cat, cats
Talking old way
Remember old ways
Lock out that

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'member the days we used to keep the sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, dancing
boy, play dazing
I can be raw let you ride
Baby I'm slowly
your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts me
Only about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts me
Keeping your behind me
we ball, we riding
Baby, I'm slowly
Keeping your thoughts me
Keeping your inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in
your thoughts inside me
Keeping thoughts behind me

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Yeah, them old ways
out that door-way
Gettin' top
Oh call me papi
Hell yea stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go
I get the
I get beating a
I get real shit, real shit
Talking oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope
Talking old way
Remember old ways
Lock out that