Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They fucked up lettin me in Un
done did it to themselves man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the
To G 'em
Wit in Korea
the leer jet flight

Thursday

Y'all fuck up it's your life
Huh, you niggaz heard me
Uggh, for that persian
I go to of christ
Search a
to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz for weight
Sprinkle ten of coke on their corn flakes
To make em frosted
Oh, jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm
My shit cost cake
You think you can afford a
But yo men should know
my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you like Martin Lawrence
And end your show
I say no
What you understand the N or O
Like that nigga said
Yo, you friend or foe
So my wish
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays or kiss
the list, how many necks I twist
Who this, Exodus
Blow night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings I hit her off
On my so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my Digga
Or my other Mr. Ross
The point we get
To make it that you get
And cats you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you live in the
Your business is on the

Now where my up niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my down niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't rhyme
I just need to wit ya'll
How ya'll about me
Yo, I think I'm hot
Cause when I
Niggas grab they and diddy bop
Then pull they skully
And put their ice on
they don't trust a nigga
And around the club
they bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to he snuff a nigga
No need to
Yo, I fuck around and bust a
You got to love a
The way I rhyme
Cause out they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where wind up
Next day same ice grill the lineup
Ya'll niggas' up
No mean to you
I'll snatch your quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her like a
On her
On the mat
out that you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
Come on wit
You a hoe
But when the bitch
You fuck around and the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I done around the world
See I met and I know Mason
But still the nation
is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you can't my livin
This a holiday
it Thanksforgivin'
Cause you a
Talkin bout you sell
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same hummers
For the three summers
And my dice loves me
and on the same three numbers