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 chicken flow
Son, no doubt, god real
Every member of my clique is equipped with
Suga', let's, god

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

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

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

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God bless ya

God
God bless ya

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
hate me cos I'm raw
(I you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
Cause I, form like
Let's get it on and take ya chime
it off
I like style 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 it hot, heat it up and keep 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