Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

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

(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)
Like, like what else you say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I mean I could've been broke in a Honda
Now I don't rock it if it don't say Tom
Black on with some concords, screaming out
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I mean you know a war, you know it's a war
Every time I hit the floor break, you it's your boy
You know it's a joy, I wake up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming "ay I ain't gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm like bitch of course, bitch of
Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't choice
And I switch the
If money talks, bitch I'm
And I'm sick of the
And the it seem 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
up my path let me be my own star
As I look back man, shit was so
Now it's food on the so my niggas don't starve

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the story 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 club
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
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 hate every style you
If your lawyer paid and you out in court
And your baby mama took you off support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's have a to coming up

You used to say you afford it, my nigga
You shouldn't in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't even have a ride, now all my cars imported
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
Ay man Robert it out, glory to the Lord
I rolled up, up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking outside
Glory to the
Just name it, it was I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't never hit
thing I'mma say
After every
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't
on heaven let the church say Amen
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 pop a hundred bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the 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 club
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
He let the sun shine on a from the hood
Man I done made it off the block, to the Lord
Let's pop a bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate style 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 what else you say
But, but roll me up a J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)