Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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Definitely be butter, know mean?
gone be butter, know mean?
Uh, on em, uh yeah
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken flow
Son, no doubt, god real
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 raise them proud
I shots off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so savor the ring
boy, raised by my grand momma
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 bless ya lover, god you

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas thirsty
Bless the sky, energy by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to shots 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 Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
hate 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, form Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but 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 make it hot, heat it up and it scorching

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