Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they didn't me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then him well
Sippin' syrup like ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, little girls
me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller and not computers
I meditate a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of
You wake up to this tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
I'm hotter than Honolulu, unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes new
I a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them too
I drive a neutral, shock the future Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I whip the like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Bruins
Lost in the and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much maybe
I like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,