Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know
It's be butter, know mean?
Uh, on em, uh yeah
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every member of my clique is equipped 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 hands on my shorty and I it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm the mystical 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 ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god you

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting
Bless the sky, created by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust at the critics
You more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya
Soul for real, but not the
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 take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

Honey off my Nautica sleeves
With Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles when lyrical
Off LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cause I, like Voltron
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 it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and it scorching

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