Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know
It's gone be butter, mean?
Uh, on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, 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

the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them
I bust off
Put my hands on my and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to
Got the championships so I'ma savor the
boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I all the drama
I'm like the mystical technician
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

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

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

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God bless ya

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my Nautica
With them boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't 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, like Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime bomb
it off
I like style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it mad cool
It'll cost you a (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 Chris in the
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?