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

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I I could've been broke in a Honda Accord
Now I don't rock it if it say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with concords, screaming out
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I you know it's 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, when I wake up and I whip Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I given choice
And I switch the
If money talks, I'm hoarse
And I'm of the arguing
And the it seem like it's too hard to win
All you wanna do is up all of my flaws 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, was so hard
Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, the whole 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, 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 out in court
And your baby mama you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)

have a toast to coming up

You used to say you afford it, my nigga
You shouldn't talk in to a toilet, my
I ain't even have a travel ride, now all my imported
And I'm like,
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
Ay man Robert it out, glory to the Lord
I rolled up, load up man to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so cold outside
Glory to the
Just name it, it was I couldn't afford
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 God when I look down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus 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 hundred bottles every 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, glory to the
Plus I got my homies rich, glory to the Lord
At the club
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
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 bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

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