Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
done fucked 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
the leer jet flight

Thursday

Y'all fuck up worth your life
Huh, you heard me right
Uggh, for that white
I go to church of
a life
First to cut a nigga for his
My ball for weight
ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To em frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my
You'll say the I'm saved
My shit cost cake
You think you can a date
But yo your men know
my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Martin
And end your show
I say no
What don't you the N or O
Like that nigga said
Yo, you friend or foe
So my wish
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or
Check the list, how necks I twist
Who expected this,
over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my nigga Mr. Ross
The we get across
To it that you get across
And cats you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you in the burbs'
business is on the holidays

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

Eh, yo I wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't rhyme
I need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll about me
Yo, I I'm pretty hot
Cause when I
Niggas grab they dick and bop
Then pull skully down
And put their ice on
Like they don't a nigga
And walk the club
Like they bout to a nigga
I get a mad enough to when he snuff a nigga
No need to
Yo, I fuck around and a nigga
You got to love a
The way I rhyme
Cause out they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they up
Next day same ice along the lineup
niggas' time up
No mean to you
I'll snatch kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of jaws
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, it's HOW I'm gonna her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
on wit that
You a hoe
But when the bitch
You around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and the hoe
Choke and to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I been around the world
See I met and I know Mason
But still the best
Nigga is
So let me somethin
Yo, you can't change my
This robbery's a
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin bout you sell
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell
But now I've been in the same three
For the same summers
And my dice game me
and stays on the same three