Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that they didn't want me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, 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 a skunk, I will, I won't
Black eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and
I push his ass in the wishin' well, wish him well
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them
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,
shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada,
Make everybody that you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the like 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 than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out
Your motor mouth vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as 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 like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The elated, my boys 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, they maybe
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to without credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
wit' 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 glory is mandatory,