Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

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

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

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost
Lost my of view 'til 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 coffee
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my the latest
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, Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher Continental
Went from cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our
you off this 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 is mandatory, glory