Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is
French a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller and not computers
I like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, 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 Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that you didn't 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 grind and the board
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw,

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

Am I crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they maybe
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked like 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' cockroaches to flyin' without
private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired,
Hustle a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory