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 cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black your eye 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 kiss a bitch, she speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the snail
From here to Hell, I hear hail, I give them 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, pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
I how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr.
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin'
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
Your mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' 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 'til I find 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 niggas nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X Marvel made it
She the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, Marcia Brady
I Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my is lazy
my mental, I'm higher than 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
self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory