Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that they didn't want me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy
AK-47 my business partner, is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, kiss and tell
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These niggas frail, Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
I how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr.
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party
I got to get back to the grind and the board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much maybe
I like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, orphans maybe
We got that white like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm as Haiti
I'm and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
Went flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired,
wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,