Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't 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 they want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is
kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
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 like a Buddhist, Holy ramen
And now you sleep, I'm inside your wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
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 them too
I drive a neutral, shock the like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, that shit you didn't want me on
My weed than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the board
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, to Marky Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I the work like 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 mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they rated X like made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Brady
I dicked Tracy Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is
my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to 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 know this, I'm 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,