Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the dude.
I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella,
They never really understood what I was to do,
And had me feeling Miles Davis kinda
I flipped the switch and put the rock in my show,
Went overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping
looking for me I was bad with a black band
Eating in the game, Pacman
The only is not a game,
I've got kids looking at me, saying "What a shame!
He's so underrated, he should sold more
Should've had a number one record his own tour.
Look at his show, look how we touch 'em keys,
Look how 'em scream when he fall to his knees!
Look how he pour his out when he tell his story."
i guess i had to my guts so i could get my glory!

Listen,
you ever even seen such determination?
Despite it all, I'm still a for the adulation.
Everything I wrote I did it form the heart
had a top ten but you still respect my art.
I'm in the club and they still me free bottles,
Still push G-55 with a super model.
It's my reality, ain't no show, brother
Go check my on the February Vogue cover
And catch me whipping through the city in that silver
Kids screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, know it's me
I'm not ashamed at all, in I love my story,
No matter it takes oh I'ma keep my glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh!
I get it
The glory, it to me!

You me why I'm rapping,
Well I you the reason,
The same reason you're hating when you be believing
It's in your heart to hate, it's in my to win,
So yeah, I'm now, let the hating begin!
I my own records, write my own checks,
Wonder which hotel and which city I'm calling next!
One thing i know for sure, one that's mandatory,
I owe it all to God, I him all the glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh! (x3)
get my glory,
it to me! (x2)