Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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Definitely be butter, know mean?
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 real
Every member of my clique is with steel
Suga', let's, god

Just the of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I shots off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the funk technician
It's a sign of the times, on a mission

God bless ya lover, god 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 thirsty
Bless the sky, energy by my third child
wit it, get it get it
Feels to bust shots at the critics
You crave more of my funk
When my track ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter take it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

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 you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get
Cause I, form Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a 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