Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Listen, tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella,
They never really understood what I was to do,
And had me Miles Davis kinda blue
I flipped the switch and put the rock in my show,
overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping slow
They're looking for me I was bad with a black
Eating in the game, Pacman
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 show, look how we touch 'em keys,
Look how 'em girls scream when he to his knees!
Look how he pour his out when he tell his story."
i i had to spill my guts so i could get my glory!

Listen,
Have you even seen such determination?
it all, I'm still a theme 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 send me free bottles,
Still that G-55 with a super model.
my reality, this ain't no show, brother
Go check my on the February Vogue cover
And catch me through the city in that silver Jeep
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 keep 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,
Well I you the reason,
The same reason you're hating when you should be
It's in your heart to hate, in my heart to win,
So yeah, I'm rapping now, let the begin!
I write my own records, my own checks,
Wonder which hotel and which city I'm home next!
One thing i 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)