Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

One, two
Check me the out
I'm here now, ha, ha, I'm now
Ya'll have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B
fucked up lettin' me in Un
They did it to theyselves man
I tell ya'll goin' down

Yo, eh yo, you see him, Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans, to G 'em, for land in
Take the Lear jet when
night, overseas

Y'all fuck up it's worth they
Huh, you niggaz heard me
Ugh, for Persian white
I go to church of Christ, a life
First to heist a nigga for merchandise

My niggaz ball for
ten grams of coke on they corn flakes
To make it frosted
Oh, jewels on my neck
say the Lord, I'm saved
My cost some cake
You think you can a date?

But yo, your men should
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And end your show
When I say no, what don't you the N or O?

Like that nigga said, "Yo, you either friend or foe"
So respect my wish, I'm a and wit the gun
Is the only time a plays catch and kiss
the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this?
over night, or even sex a bitch

But she feelings everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga, or my nigga Mr. Ross
Ah the we get across, to make it that you'll get across
And cats get sued and I ain't wanna holler
But you in the 'burbs, your business or your holidays

You my down south niggas at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what
You where my east side niggas at, wha,
You where my west side at, wha, what

You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha,
You where my World niggas at, wha, what
You my N.O.R niggas at, wha, what
You where my south niggas at, wha, what

Check it, eh, yo I just wanna wit ya'll
I don't wanna rhyme, I just need to wit ya'll
How you feel about me? Yo, I I'm pretty hot
When I rhyme, niggas grab they dick and bop
And pull they down

And put their ice grill on, like they don't trust a
And walk around the club, they 'bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to where he a nigga
Dont have a toast, yo, you around and bust a nigga

You got to love a nigga, the way I what
Out west they fuckin' throwin' gang up
all out and don't kid where they wind up
Next day ice grill inside a lineup
niggas' time's up

No mean to you
I'll snatch your quicker than B.C.W.
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking
Not to nag her, 'bout if I bag her
It ain't if I could have her, it's how I'm have her

Lay her a cornerback
On her back, on the mat
out that you wanna act
We ran through her, you her back?
Come on wit that, you a hoe
Yo the bitch leaves
You fuck and miss the hoe

Oh, I'm the type to twist the hoe then the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's
yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I done been the world

See I met Puff and I Mason
But still the nation, nigga is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you can't my livin'
robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin', you a turkey

Talkin' you sell weight
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three
For the three summers
And dice me
stay on the same three numbers

You my down south niggas at, wha, what
You where my north niggas at, wha,
You my east side niggas at, wha, what
You where my west side at, wha, what

You where my Cam'ron at, wha, what
You where my Harlem niggas at, wha, what
You my N.O.R niggas at, wha, what

You where my south niggas at, wha, what
You where my north niggas at, wha,
You where my west side at, wha, what
You my east side niggas at, wha, what

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