Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the whole story to my
I got a on my wrist, glory 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 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 baby mama 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 show you how the hood
We be

to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean I could've been broke in a Accord
Now I don't 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 know 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 nigga I ain't hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't choice
And I the course
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 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,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
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 getting rich, glory to the
At the like
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, glory to the
pop a hundred bottles 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 your baby took you off child support
You at the like
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's have a to coming up

You used to say you couldn't afford it, my
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, to the Lord
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
to the Lord
Just name it, it was I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, ain't never hit stores
thing I'mma say
After award
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the church say
is the shit, no Manure
Booty so big,
And all my niggas paid now, glory to the
And all my bills paid now, to the Lord
And we gon' pop a hundred bottles club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie

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