Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

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

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

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I mean I could've broke in a Honda Accord
Now I rock it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on some concords, screaming out
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean you it's a war, you know it's a war
Every time I hit the floor break, you know it's boy
You know it's a joy, I wake up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
and gorgeous, I wasn't given choice
And I switch the
If money talks, 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 again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You never me halfway, you do the whole job
Light up my let me be my own star
As I look man, shit 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 a bottle, told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, to the Lord
I got my homies 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 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 hate every style you sport
If lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's a toast to coming up

You to say you couldn't afford it, my nigga
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 Robert made it out, to the Lord
I rolled up, up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I perform man I swear it's so motherfucking cold outside
Glory to the
Just name it, it was something I couldn't
Now I rock the of shit, that ain't never hit stores
First I'mma say
every award
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
Penthouse suite feel like God when I down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B James
I 'em hating 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, to the Lord
And all my bills paid now, 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 to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, glory to the
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 the hood
Man I made it off the block, glory 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 lawyer paid and you made out in
And baby mama took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)
what else you could say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me show you how the hood
We be (Glory to the Lord)