Luyện nghe bài hát Glorified

Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,

1
In the game of pain that the outlaws
Freaks through at a 2 no draws
for a sec tiga dont take a pause
If you dont see no then there aint no laws
Get beefy wit me 1 time i rap
To all them other niggas is bullets in the back
On the highway fucka fucka fast
on a chopper when im mucka mucka mad
Make way on the dirty 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 know i aint
You make a mothafucka do learn
Popeye and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the block i really finish
I'm ready to rap till the say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my
Parden my manapose and my french
And god so it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting my eyes closed at 5-0
Leaving every where i go smelling like a
Hanging out the car window up hoes
Stepped out and showed the hoes the pose

I glorified the crime rate in my
The mothafucka is the fliest place

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

I glorified the rate in my state
The motha fucka is the fliest place

Shit can u understand now, I'm