Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, mean?
It's gone be butter, mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh
Crack the Mo, we go
I'm in the mood to let the heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's
member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god

Just the type of man can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could 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 savor the
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm like the mystical technician
It's a of the times, guards 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
Bless the sky, created 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 drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I distribute while ya gold trees
Step a dip a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact take it to the

God
God ya lover

God
God ya lover

Honey dipping off my sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the
hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that before
But you see when 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 your but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad
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 Chris in the
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?