Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they want me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, Chip and Dale, they little girls
me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
I know how to hack a ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room a lot of shooters
You wake up to chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga and Dada, FUBU
Make that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed louder than and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't long
I got to get to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw,

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
Your motor keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm than Continental
Went flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory