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 to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god real
Every member of my clique is with steel
Suga', let's, god

the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I bust off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical funk
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the
You crave more of my funk
When my track ain't enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold
a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

God
God bless ya

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You that 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 style but 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 it hot, heat it up and keep it scorching

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