Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm and strong
The man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' Jimmy Hoffa
my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I 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 shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a ward and not computers
I like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo 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 than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the board
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I the work 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 mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I influence
Lost my of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they rated X like made it
She caught the babies, she the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia
I dicked like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm 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,