Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit didn't 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, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, that shit 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 disappearin' like Jimmy
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
French a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, wish him well
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they girls
Watch me act a donkey, pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen
And now you sleep, I'm inside room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada,
Make everybody that you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

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

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