Luyện nghe bài hát Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, to the Lord
I popped a bottle, told the 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 shine on a nigga 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 hate 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 you couldn't say
But, but roll me up a 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 tuxedo on with concords, screaming out
Glory to the Lord, 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 up and I whip that Porsche
And they screaming "ay nigga I gon' hit that Forbes"
I'm bitch of course, bitch of course
Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't choice
And I switch the
If money talks, I'm hoarse
And I'm of the arguing
And the conversation it seem like too hard to win
All you wanna do is up all of my flaws again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You love me halfway, you do the whole job
Light up my let me be my own star
As I look back man, shit was so
Now it's food on the table so my niggas starve

At the like,
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
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 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 hate style you sport
If your paid and you made out in court
And baby mama took you off child support
You at the club
(Glory to the Lord)

Let's have a to coming up

You used to say you afford it, my nigga
You shouldn't talk in to a toilet, my
I even have a travel 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, load up man just to a piece of mind
to the Lord,
I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking outside
Glory to the
Just it, it was something I couldn't afford
Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't hit stores
First thing say
every award
Glory to the Lord, glory to the
Penthouse suite feel like God when I down
Word to the Lord I'm the R&B Brown
I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus I ain't there
Swag on heaven let the say Amen
Shawty is the shit, no
Booty so big,
And all my niggas paid now, to the Lord
And all my bills paid now, glory to the
And we gon' pop a hundred every club I host
And I got all my homies with me that's the Ghost

Glory to the Lord, glory to the
I popped a bottle, told the whole to my boys
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, to the Lord
He let the sun shine on a nigga from the
Man I done it off the block, glory to the Lord
pop a hundred bottles screaming out, glory to the Lord

(Glory to the Lord)
If hate every style you sport
If your lawyer and you made 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 roll me up a J
And, and let me you how the hood pray
We be (Glory to the Lord)