Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, 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 they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy
my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
syrup like ginger 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, they little
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of
You wake up to chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
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 and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them too
I drive a neutral, the future 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 shit you want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the board
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty
Unload the 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 cold as Boston
in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel
The elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like made it
She caught the babies, she the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm until my arms is lazy
my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we our privacy'
Throw you off this if you wired, justifiably
wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,