Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they didn't me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Hoffa
AK-47 my partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't French, can't kiss and tell
I his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the snail
From here to Hell, I them hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out nails
Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not
I meditate a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
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 Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes new
I been a boo-boo ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like
I'm as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed louder 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' as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
Your motor mouth vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start to it
It told me the truth, it I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas nauseated
The broads' elated, my are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, rated X like Marvel 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 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, the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, you to a respiratory
self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory