Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

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

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and new
I been a boo-boo 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 Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine white as a beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't 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 fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
Your motor mouth 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 lost
Lost my point of view I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel
The broads' elated, my are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they 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 sprayin' my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
Went flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our
you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you 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,