Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done up lettin me in Un
They done did it to man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the
To G 'em
Wit land in
Take the leer jet

Thursday

Y'all up it's worth your life
Huh, you heard me right
Uggh, for that white
I go to church of
Search a
to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz ball for
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on corn flakes
To make em flakes
Oh, jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm
My shit cost cake
You think you can a date
But yo your men should
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And end your show
I say no
What don't you the N or O
Like that nigga said
Yo, you either or foe
So my wish
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays or kiss
Check the list, how necks I twist
Who this, Exodus
over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings I hit her off
On my so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get
To make it that you get
And cats like you, get mad and holler rape
But you live in the
Your is on the holidays

Now where my up north at
Wha What!
Now where my down niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq at
Wha What!
Now my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I just walk wit ya'll
I wanna rhyme
I just need to talk wit
How ya'll about me
Yo, I I'm pretty hot
Cause I rhyme
Niggas grab they and diddy bop
Then pull skully down
And put ice grill on
Like they don't a nigga
And walk the club
Like bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad to when he snuff a nigga
No need to
Yo, I fuck around and bust a
You got to a nigga
The way I what
Cause out west they fuckin throwin signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where wind up
day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll time up
No to trouble you
I'll your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran her
You want her
on wit that
You a hoe
But the bitch leaves
You around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last Carlissimo
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her
That was Pryor like yo
See I done around the world
See I met and I know Mason
But the best nation
Nigga is
So let me hold
Yo, you change my livin
robbery's a holiday
Call it
Cause you a
Talkin bout you sell
you had soul mates, I had cell mates
But now I've in the same three hummers
For the same three
And my dice game me
and on the same three numbers