Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, is swell
kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These frail, they Chip 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 know how to hack a ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen
And now you sleep, I'm your 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 Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate 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, the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like
I'm high as lunar, I'm than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin'
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony
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 point of view 'til I a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel
The broads' elated, my are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is
Pardon my mental, I'm than Continental
Went from flyin' to flyin' without credentials
private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this 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, took you to a
self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory