Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, that shit they didn't want me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this shit they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't and tell
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
Sippin' like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, 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 jeweller ward and not
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of
You wake up to chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
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, 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 than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin'
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk 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, Porta-Potty
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee
I smell like money, I know broke niggas nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
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 Warren Beatty, I'm warm as
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
my mental, I'm higher 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
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