Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless

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

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

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 other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my child
wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the
You crave taste of my funk
When my track ain't enough space in ya trunk
for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop
I distribute melodies 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 Gortex boots, compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that before
But you see miracles when lyrical
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
I, form like Voltron
Let's get it on and ya chime 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
cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it

It's all for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? me
Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, next?