Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, 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 rich, Glory to the Lord
At the like
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a from the hood
Man I done made it off the block, glory to the
Let's pop a hundred screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they every style 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 roll me up a J
And, and let me show you how the hood
We be

to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I I could've been broke in a Honda Accord
Now I don't rock it if it don't say Tom
Black tuxedo on with some concords, out
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean you know it's a war, you know a war
Every time I hit the break, you know it's your boy
You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I whip Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't hit that Forbes"
I'm like bitch of course, bitch of
Rich and gorgeous, I given choice
And I switch the
If money talks, bitch I'm
And I'm sick of the
And the conversation it like it's too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You never love me halfway, you do the 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 niggas starve

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the whole 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 club
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the
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 hate every style you
If your lawyer and you made out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)

have a toast to coming up

You to say you couldn't afford it, my nigga
You shouldn't in to a toilet, my nigga
I even have a travel ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, 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 perform man I swear so motherfucking cold outside
to the Lord
Just name it, it was something I couldn't
Now I rock the of shit, that ain't never hit stores
thing I'mma say
After award
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God I look down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B James
I hear 'em I thank Jesus that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the say Amen
Shawty is the shit, no
Booty so big,
And all my niggas paid now, glory to the
And all my bills paid now, glory to the
And we gon' pop a bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the 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, to the Lord
At the club
Glory to the Lord, 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 hundred bottles out, glory to the Lord

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