Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they didn't me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy
me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't 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 snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little
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 how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

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 ga-ga 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 white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't long
I got to get to the grind and the drawin' board
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, to Marky Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad 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 mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of '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 maybe
I smell money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made 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 until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' credentials
That's private, 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 my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,