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 flow
Son, no doubt, god real
Every member of my clique is with steel
Suga', let's, god

Just the type of man that can lace the
Which ya hands on ya ? or you raise them proud
I bust off
Put my on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand
Home-bred, I dead all the
I'm the mystical funk technician
a sign of the times, guards on a mission

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

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Matter fact it to the bridge

God
God ya lover

God
God bless ya

dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that all the cheese
Shouldn't me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t
But you see when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, get hysterical
Cause I, like Voltron
get it on and take ya chime bomb
it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit
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?