Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the whole story to my
I got a on my wrist, glory to the Lord
Plus I got my getting rich, Glory to the Lord
At the club
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun shine on a 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 hate every you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And your mama took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what you couldn't say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood
We be

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I mean I could've been broke in a Honda
Now I rock it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black on with some concords, screaming out
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean you know it's a war, you it's a war
Every time I hit the floor break, you know it's boy
You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I whip Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't choice
And I switch the
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 never love me halfway, you do the job
Light up my let me be my own star
As I look back man, was so hard
Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't

At the like,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the whole to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, glory to the
Plus I got my homies getting rich, glory to the
At the like
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a 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 lawyer paid and you out in court
And your baby mama you off child support
You at the like
(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 imported
And I'm like,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Ay man Robert made it out, glory to the
I up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street man I swear it's so motherfucking cold outside
to the Lord
Just name it, it was I couldn't afford
Now I rock the of shit, that ain't never hit stores
thing I'mma say
After every
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Penthouse suite like God when I look down
Word to the I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em I thank Jesus that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the church say
Shawty is the shit, no
so big, Hallellujah
And all my niggas paid now, glory to the
And all my bills now, glory to the Lord
And we gon' pop a hundred every club I host
And I got all my homies with me the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the whole story to my
I got a rollie on my wrist, to the Lord
Plus I got my homies getting rich, glory to the
At the club
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
Let's pop a bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If hate every style you sport
If your lawyer paid and you 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 roll me up a J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)