Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, mean?
gone be butter, know mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh
Crack the Mo, we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken flow
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god

Just the type of man can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I bust off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so I'ma savor the
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm like the funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a

God ya lover, god bless you
God ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god you

mercy!
Nowadays I got other niggas acting thirsty
the sky, energy created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust at the critics
You crave more taste of my
When my track drop enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're
Off some LL shit, chickens get
Cause I, form like
get it on and take ya chime bomb
it off
I like your but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, it up and keep it scorching

It's all for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? me
Nahmean? Lil in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?