Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They should have 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 land in
Take the jet flight

Thursday

Y'all up it's worth your life
Huh, you heard me right
Uggh, for persian white
I go to church of
a life
First to cut a for his merchandise
My niggaz for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on corn flakes
To make em frosted
Oh, these jewels on my
say the Lord I'm saved
My shit some cake
You think you can afford a
But yo men should know
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats like Martin
And motherfuckin end show
I say no
What you understand the N or O
Like nigga Jigga said
Yo, you friend or foe
So respect my
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the only a nigga plays catch or kiss
the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this,
Blow over night, or sex a bitch
But she catch feelings I hit her off
On my so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get
To it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler
But you live in the
Your is on the holidays

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

Eh, yo I wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't rhyme
I need to talk wit ya'll
How feel about me
Yo, I think I'm hot
when I rhyme
Niggas they dick and diddy bop
Then pull they down
And put their ice on
Like they don't trust a
And around the club
Like they bout to a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to he snuff a nigga
No to boast
Yo, I fuck around and a nigga
You got to a nigga
The way I rhyme
Cause out west they fuckin throwin signs up
all out and not carin where they wind up
Next day same ice along the lineup
Ya'll time up
No to trouble you
snatch your kids 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 yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm have her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
out that you wanna act
We ran her
You want her
Come on wit
You a hoe
But when the leaves
You fuck around and the hoe
Oh, I'm the to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like yo
See I done been around the
See I met and I know Mason
But still the best
is donation
So let me somethin
Yo, you can't change my
This robbery's a
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin you sell weight
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now been in the same three hummers
For the three summers
And my dice loves me
and stays on the three numbers