Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, wrong
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 disappearin' like Jimmy
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, wish him well
Sippin' syrup 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, they Chip and Dale, little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the 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 tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes 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 like Dr.
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want 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 drawin'
But all fuckin' 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 want it hard or raw,

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' Tony
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start to it
It told me the truth, it I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my the latest
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher Continental
from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, you to a respiratory
self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory