Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they 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 puttin' on cologne, wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you 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 speak French, kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him
Sippin' syrup ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out 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 a Buddhist, Holy 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 Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr.
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 than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin'
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, or dark
I the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out
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, 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 money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
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 Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without
private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no
No stress, no worries, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the is mandatory, glory