Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know
It's gone be butter, mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh
the Mo, here 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 that can the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I bust off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical funk
It's a sign of the times, guards on a

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my 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 in the drop Coupe
I melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

Honey off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
Cause I, form like
Let's get it on and take ya bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it mad cool
It'll cost you a (What?)
For me to it hot, heat it up and keep it scorching

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