Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this shit they 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 man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm like Jimmy 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, wish him well
Sippin' like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out 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 like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada,
Make everybody that you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr.
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder 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, leave it a waterpark, 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 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 'til I a mirror, start talkin' to it
It me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, orphans maybe
We got white 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' my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
from 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