Luyện nghe bài hát Glorified

Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,

1
In the game of pain that rang the
come through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga dont a pause
If you dont see no pigs there aint no laws
Get beefy wit me 1 when i rap
To all other niggas is like bullets in the back
On the highway going fucka fast
Blowing on a when im mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty cash
When nothing tiga only when i laugh

I the crime rate in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the place

2
Die mothafucka you i aint concerned
You make a mothafucka really do
Popeye and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the i really cant finish
I'm to rap till the gods say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my
Parden my manapose and parden my
And god so it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting with my eyes at 5-0
Leaving every where i go smelling a rose
Hanging out the car window up hoes
Stepped out and the hoes the gangsta pose

I glorified the crime in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the place

3
Your you brothas go boom bang bang
I'm married to the game with a gold rang
Keep ur daughtars chain my eyes never
to break like a cuban link chain
Stay back fo a the mayne in livin color
Instead of right to me mothafucka
Die yall hi fry yall
Spit the tell the youth its a lie yall
The only i can give to a brotha
is fire up the motha fucka
it

I the crime rate in my state
The motha fucka thinks is the fliest

can u understand now, I'm glorified