Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they 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, wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they 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 partner, business is swell
French a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, wish him well
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little
me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a ward and not computers
I meditate a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
I'm than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got spooked too
I drive a neutral, the future like Dr. Luther
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 Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin'
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
These soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
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 influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I crazy, too much coffee maybe
I like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans
We got that white 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
my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this if you wired, justifiably
Hustle a motive, you know 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 is mandatory, glory