Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Listen, they to put me in a box, the urban dude.
I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella,
They never really what I was trying to do,
And had me Miles Davis kinda blue
I flipped the switch and put the rock in my show,
Went and had 'em cop cars whipping slow
They're for me I was bad with a black band
Eating everybody in the game,
The only is not a game,
I've got kids looking at me, saying "What a shame!
so underrated, he should have sold more
Should've had a one record with his own tour.
Look at his live show, how we touch 'em keys,
Look how 'em girls scream he fall to his knees!
Look how he pour his heart out when he his story."
i guess i had to spill my guts so i get my glory!

Listen,
Have you even seen such determination?
Despite it all, I'm still a for the adulation.
Everything I wrote I did it form the heart
Never had a top ten but you respect my art.
I'm in the club and they still send me bottles,
Still push that with a super model.
It's my reality, ain't no show, brother
Go check my on the February Vogue cover
And catch me whipping through the city in that silver
screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me
I'm not ashamed at all, in fact I my story,
No matter what it takes oh I'ma my glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh!
I get it
The glory, it to me!

You me why I'm rapping,
I give you the reason,
The same reason hating when you should be believing
It's in heart to hate, it's in my heart to win,
So yeah, I'm now, let the hating begin!
I my own records, write my own checks,
Wonder hotel and which city I'm calling home next!
One i know for sure, one thing that's mandatory,
I owe it all to God, I him all the glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh! (x3)
get my glory,
it to me! (x2)