Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit they didn't me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm and strong
The garbage man on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' 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, then him well
Sippin' syrup like ale, but I'm the quickest 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 Chip and Dale, they little
Watch me act a donkey, pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
shit, I'm the holy 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 than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and and shoes new
I been a since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I it to her
My white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party
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, talk to 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,
shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm out confusion
motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost
Lost my of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee
I smell like money, I know niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the
My bars the greatest, rated X like Marvel made it
She the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher Continental
Went from flyin' to flyin' without credentials
private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you 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,