Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

One, two
Check me the out
I'm now, ha, ha, I'm here now
Ya'll should have never let me in the game B
fucked up lettin' me in Un
They did it to theyselves man
I ya'll what's 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 flight
night, overseas

Y'all fuck up worth they life
Huh, you niggaz me right
Ugh, for that white
I go to of Christ, search a life
First to a nigga for they merchandise

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

But yo, men should know
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin' end your
When I say no, what you understand the N or O?

Like that nigga said, "Yo, you either friend or foe"
So my wish, I'm a perfectionist and wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays and kiss
Check the list, how necks I twist
Who expected Exodus
Blow night, or even sex a bitch

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

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

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

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

And put their ice on, like they don't trust a nigga
And walk around the club, like they 'bout to crush a
I get a mad enough 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 what
Out they fuckin' throwin' gang signs up
all out and don't kid where they wind up
Next day ice grill inside a lineup
Ya'll time's up

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

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

Oh, I'm the type to twist the hoe diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like yo
See I done been the world

See I met and I know Mason
But the best nation, nigga is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you can't my livin'
This a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin', 'cause you a

Talkin' bout you weight
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now been in the same three hummers
For the same three
And dice me
They on the same three numbers

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

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

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

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