Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know
gone be butter, know mean?
Uh, on em, uh yeah
the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken heads
Son, no doubt, god it's
Every member of my clique is equipped with
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 ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a

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

mercy!
Nowadays I got them other acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third
wit it, get it get it
Feels to bust shots at the critics
You crave taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya
Soul for real, but not the
I'm going for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold
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

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
I, form like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya 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
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, lace me
Nahmean? Lil Chris in the
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?