Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

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

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes new
I been a since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My weed louder underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party
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 bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your mouth keep 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 view I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel
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 girl 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 arms is
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'
you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
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