Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I a bottle, told the whole story to my boys
I got a on my wrist, glory to the Lord
Plus I got my homies getting rich, Glory to the
At the like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun on a nigga from the hood
Man I done it off the block, glory to the Lord
Let's pop a bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And baby mama took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what else you say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the pray
We be

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I I could've been broke in a Honda Accord
Now I don't rock it if it say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on some concords, screaming out
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I you know it's a war, you know it's a war
time I hit the floor break, you know it's your boy
You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I that Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
and gorgeous, I wasn't given choice
And I the course
If talks, bitch I'm hoarse
And I'm of the arguing
And the conversation it like it's too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You love me halfway, you do the whole job
Light up my path let me be my own
As I look back man, was so hard
Now it's food on the table so my don't starve

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, to the Lord
Plus I got my getting rich, glory to the Lord
At the like
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun on a nigga from the hood
Man I made it off the block, glory to the Lord
pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they every style you sport
If your lawyer and you made out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)

have a toast to coming up

You used to say you afford it, my nigga
You talk in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even have a travel ride, now all my cars
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Ay man Robert it out, glory to the Lord
I up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I it's so motherfucking cold outside
to the Lord
Just name it, it was something I couldn't
Now I rock the kind of shit, ain't never hit stores
First thing say
After award
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel God when I look down
to the Lord I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the church say
Shawty is the shit, no
Booty so big,
And all my niggas paid now, glory to the
And all my bills paid now, to the Lord
And we gon' pop a bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies me that's the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I a bottle, told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, glory to the
Plus I got my homies getting rich, to the Lord
At the like
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga the hood
Man I done made it off the block, glory to the
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out, to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every you sport
If your lawyer paid and you out in court
And your baby mama took you off support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)
Like else you could say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)