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, glory to the
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 nigga from the
Man I made 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 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)
Like, like what else you say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be

to the Lord, glory to the Lord
I mean I could've been broke in a Honda
Now I don't 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 break, you know it's your boy
You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I that Porsche
And they "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
and gorgeous, I wasn't given choice
And I the course
If talks, bitch I'm hoarse
And I'm sick of the
And the conversation it seem 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
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 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 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
Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every style you
If lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's 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,
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
Ay man Robert made it out, to the Lord
I up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I it's so motherfucking cold outside
Glory to the
Just name it, it was something I afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that never hit stores
thing I'mma say
After every
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
Penthouse suite feel like God when I look
to the Lord I'm the R&B James Brown
I hear 'em hating I Jesus that I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the church say
Shawty is the shit, no
so big, Hallellujah
And all my paid now, glory 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 me that's the Homie Ghost

Glory to the Lord, 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
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the
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 hate every style you
If your lawyer paid and you made out in
And your baby mama took you off support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)
Like what 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)