Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this shit they 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 on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
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, 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 shit, I'm God's manure
I how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
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 Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot to chocolate 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, shock the future Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this shit you didn't want me on
My weed than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work 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 keep vroomin', I'm goin' Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
Lost in the and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party
Lord, oh,

Am I crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is
my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without
That's private, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this 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, you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory