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 puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my 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
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, Chip and Dale, they little girls
me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
I know how to hack a ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy 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 Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you,

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

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out
Your motor mouth vroomin', I'm goin' Tony 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 influence
Lost my point of '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 crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my the latest
My bars the greatest, rated X like Marvel made it
She the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my 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 our privacy'
Throw you off this 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, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,