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
I got my homies 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
pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every you sport
If lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama you off child support
You at the like
(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 been broke in a Honda Accord
Now I don't it if it don't say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with some concords, out
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I mean you know a war, you know it's a war
Every time I hit the floor break, you know your boy
You know it's a joy, when I up and I whip that Porsche
And screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I given choice
And I the course
If talks, bitch I'm hoarse
And I'm sick of the
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 love me halfway, you do the whole job
up my path let me be my own star
As I look man, shit was so hard
Now it's on the table so my niggas don't starve

At the like,
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
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 getting rich, to the Lord
At the like
to the Lord, glory to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a from the hood
Man I done it off the block, glory to the Lord
Let's pop a hundred bottles out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If they 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 used to say you afford it, my nigga
You talk in to a toilet, my nigga
I ain't 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 rolled up, load up man just to a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking cold
to the Lord
Just name it, it was something I afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that never hit stores
thing I'mma say
After award
Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
suite feel like God when I look down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank that I ain't there
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 gon' pop a bottles every club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I a bottle, told the whole story to my boys
I got a on my wrist, glory to the Lord
Plus I got my homies 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 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 out in court
And your baby took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)
Like what you could say
But, but me up a good J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)