Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they didn't me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, this that they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy 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, kiss and tell
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, little girls
me act a donkey, then 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 ward and not
I meditate like a Buddhist, ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

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

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and 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 coffee maybe
I smell money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' credentials
private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory