Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

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

Listen,
Have you ever even seen such
Despite it all, I'm a theme for the adulation.
Everything I wrote I did it form the heart
Never had a top ten but you still my art.
I'm in the and they still send me free bottles,
push that G-55 with a super model.
It's my reality, this no show, brother
Go my girl on the February Vogue cover
And catch me through the city in that silver Jeep
Kids screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know 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 you're hating when you should be believing
It's in your to hate, it's in my heart to win,
So yeah, I'm now, let the hating begin!
I write my own records, my own checks,
which hotel and which city I'm calling home next!
One thing i know for sure, one 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)