Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, that shit they didn't want me on
I'm to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm and strong
The man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this shit they didn't want
I act a ass and a skunk, I will, I won't
your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' Jimmy Hoffa
my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
Sippin' like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm manure
I know how to a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you,

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that 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 as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but party long
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad 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
the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth 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 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 poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee
I smell like money, I know broke niggas 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 barfed the babies, they maybe
We got that white girl in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our
Throw you off this 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