Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

One, two
Check me the out
I'm now, ha, ha, I'm here now
Ya'll have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B
fucked up lettin' me in Un
They did it to theyselves man
I tell ya'll what's goin'

Yo, eh yo, you see him, Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans, to G 'em, for in Korea
Take the Lear jet flight
night, overseas

Y'all fuck up it's worth they
Huh, you niggaz me right
Ugh, for that Persian
I go to church of Christ, a life
First to heist a for they merchandise

My niggaz ball for
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on corn flakes
To make it flakes
Oh, these jewels on my
You'll say the Lord, I'm
My shit some cake
You think you can afford a

But yo, men should know
That my crew, we intend to
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin' end show
When I say no, don't you understand the N or O?

that nigga Jigga said, "Yo, you either friend or foe"
So respect my wish, I'm a and wit the gun
Is the time a nigga plays catch and kiss
the list, how many necks I twist
Who this? Exodus
Blow over night, or sex a bitch

But she catch feelings I hit her off
On my dick so bad I Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga, or my other nigga Mr.
Ah the we get across, to make it that you'll get across
And cats get sued and I ain't wanna holler
But you in the 'burbs, your business or your holidays

You where my down south at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what

You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha,
You where my Harlem World niggas at, wha,
You my N.O.R niggas at, wha, what
You where my south niggas at, wha, what

Check it, eh, yo I just wanna walk wit
I don't rhyme, I just need to talk wit ya'll
How you feel me? Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
When I rhyme, niggas grab they dick and bop
And pull they down

And put their ice grill on, like they don't trust a
And walk around the club, like they to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to he snuff a nigga
Dont have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a

You got to love a nigga, the way I crime
Out west they fuckin' gang signs up
Wildin' all out and don't kid where wind up
Next day same ice inside a lineup
Ya'll time's up

No mean to you
I'll snatch your kids than B.C.W.
What you mad I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really yours
Not to nag her, if I could bag her
It ain't if I could her, it's how I'm gonna have her

Lay her a cornerback
On her back, on the mat
out that you wanna act
We ran through her, you want her
on wit that, you kiss a hoe
Yo the bitch leaves
You fuck around and the hoe

Oh, I'm the type to twist the hoe then the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I done been the world

See I met and I know Mason
But still the best nation, is donation
So let me somethin'
Yo, you can't my livin'
This a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin', you a turkey

Talkin' bout you sell
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same hummers
For the same three
And dice me
They stay on the three numbers

You my down south niggas at, wha, what
You where my niggas at, wha, what
You my east side niggas at, wha, what
You where my west side niggas at, wha,

You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha,
You my Harlem World niggas at, wha, what
You where my N.O.R at, wha, what

You where my down south niggas at, wha,
You where my north niggas at, wha,
You where my west side niggas at, wha,
You my east side niggas at, wha, what

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