Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

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

(Glory to the Lord)
If hate every style you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And baby mama took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like else you couldn't say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me show you how the hood
We be

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I mean I could've been broke in a Honda
Now I don't it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with concords, screaming out
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I mean you know it's a war, you it's a war
time I hit the floor break, you know it's your boy
You know it's a joy, when I up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit Forbes"
I'm like bitch of course, of course
Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't given
And I switch the
If money talks, bitch I'm
And I'm sick of the
And the conversation it seem like too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You never me halfway, you do the whole job
up my path let me be my own star
As I look back man, shit was so
Now it's food on the table so my don't starve

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, glory to the
I got my homies getting rich, glory to the Lord
At the club
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
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 hundred bottles screaming out, to the Lord

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

Let's a toast to coming up

You used to say you couldn't afford it, my
You talk in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even a travel ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Ay man made 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 swear it's so motherfucking outside
to the Lord
Just name it, it was I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't hit stores
thing I'mma say
After award
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look
to the Lord I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank that I ain't there
Swag on let the church say Amen
is the shit, no Manure
Booty so big,
And all my niggas paid now, glory to the
And all my paid now, glory to the Lord
And we gon' pop a bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies with me the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the 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, to the Lord
He let the sun on a nigga from the hood
Man I done made it off the block, glory to the
pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

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