Luyện nghe bài hát Glorified

Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,

1
In the game of pain that the outlaws
Freaks through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga dont a pause
If you dont see no pigs then there no laws
Get beefy wit me 1 when i rap
To all them other niggas is like in the back
On the going fucka fucka fast
Blowing on a chopper im mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty dirty
When hurts tiga only when i laugh

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

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

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

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

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

Shit can u understand now, I'm