Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
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 disappearin' like Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is
French kiss a bitch, she don't French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not
I meditate like a Buddhist, ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you,

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot to chocolate 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 like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My cocaine as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed than underarms 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 art destroyed, this 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 work like tartar sauce, you want it or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I 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 coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, they rated X like made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm as Haiti
I'm and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher Continental
Went flyin' cockroaches 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, you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory