Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They should never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done fucked up me in Un
They 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 worth your life
Huh, you niggaz me right
Uggh, for that white
I go to church of
Search a
to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz ball for
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn
To make em frosted
Oh, these jewels on my
say the Lord I'm saved
My shit some cake
You think you can a date
But yo your men know
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end 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 a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I
Who expected this,
over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need 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
business is on the holidays

Now where my up north at
Wha What!
Now where my down niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my west niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R at
Wha What!
Now where my niggas at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't rhyme
I just need to talk wit
How ya'll about me
Yo, I I'm pretty hot
Cause I rhyme
Niggas grab they and diddy bop
Then pull skully down
And put their ice on
Like they trust a nigga
And around the club
Like they bout to crush a
I get a nigga mad to when he snuff a nigga
No need to
Yo, I fuck and bust a nigga
You got to a nigga
The way I what
Cause out west fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they up
Next day same ice along the lineup
Ya'll time up
No mean to you
I'll snatch your kids than B.C.W
you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, liking yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna her
I'm a lay her like a
On her
On the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
on wit that
You a hoe
But when the leaves
You around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I done been around the
See I met Puff and I know
But still the nation
Nigga is
So let me somethin
Yo, you can't my livin
This robbery's a
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had mates
But now been in the same three hummers
For the three summers
And my dice loves me
and stays on the same three