Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

One, two
Check me the out
I'm here now, ha, ha, I'm now
Ya'll should have let me in the muthafuckin' game B
fucked up lettin' me in Un
They did it to theyselves man
I tell ya'll what's goin'

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

Y'all up it's worth they life
Huh, you heard me right
Ugh, for that Persian
I go to church of Christ, search a
First to heist a nigga for they

My ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on corn flakes
To it frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my
You'll say the Lord, I'm
My cost some cake
You you can afford a date?

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

Like that nigga Jigga said, "Yo, you friend or foe"
So respect my wish, I'm a and wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch and
the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this?
Blow 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 other Mr. Ross
Ah the point we get across, to it that you'll get across
And cats get sued and I ain't wanna rape
But you live in the 'burbs, your business or holidays

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

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

Check it, eh, yo I just wanna wit ya'll
I wanna rhyme, I just need to talk wit ya'll
How you feel about me? Yo, I I'm pretty hot
I rhyme, niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
And they skelly 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 to where he snuff a nigga
have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a nigga

You got to love a nigga, the way I crime
Out they fuckin' throwin' gang signs up
Wildin' all out and kid where they wind up
Next day ice grill inside a lineup
niggas' time's up

No to trouble you
snatch your kids 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, liking yours
Not to nag her, if I could bag her
It ain't if I have her, it's how I'm gonna have her

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

Oh, I'm the type to the hoe then diss the hoe
Choke and to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like yo
See I been around the world

See I met Puff and I know
But still the nation, nigga is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you change my livin'
This a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin', you a turkey

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

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

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

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

What, what, what,
What, what, what,
What, what, what,