Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

Just the type of man that can lace the
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could them proud
I bust off
Put my hands on my 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 all the drama
I'm the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a

God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god you
God bless ya lover, god 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 to bust shots at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the Coupe
I distribute 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 ya lover

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

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