Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They should never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done up lettin me in Un
They done did it to man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the
To G 'em
Wit land in
Take the jet flight

Thursday

Y'all fuck up it's worth life
Huh, you niggaz heard me
Uggh, for that white
I go to church of
Search a
First to cut a for his merchandise
My niggaz for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on corn flakes
To make em frosted
Oh, jewels on my neck
say the Lord I'm saved
My shit cost some
You think you can a date
But yo men should know
That my crew, we to blow
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end show
I say no
What don't you the N or O
Like nigga Jigga said
Yo, you friend or foe
So my wish
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or
Check the list, how many necks I
Who expected this,
Blow over night, or sex a bitch
But she feelings everytime I hit her off
On my so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get
To make it you get across
And cats like you, get mad and wanna rape
But you live in the
business is on the holidays

Now where my up north at
Wha What!
Now my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side at
Wha What!
Now where my side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem World at
Wha What!
Now my Iraq niggas at
Wha What!
Now my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my niggas at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't rhyme
I just need to talk wit
How feel about me
Yo, I think I'm hot
Cause I rhyme
Niggas grab they and diddy bop
pull they skully down
And put ice grill on
Like they trust a nigga
And walk around the
Like they bout to a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to he snuff a nigga
No to boast
Yo, I fuck and bust a nigga
You got to a nigga
The way I rhyme
Cause out west they fuckin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they up
day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll niggas' up
No mean to you
I'll snatch your kids quicker B.C.W
you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
Come on wit
You a hoe
But when the leaves
You around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her name's Carlissimo
yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor Richard yo
See I done been around the
See I met Puff and I Mason
But still the nation
is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you can't change my
robbery's a holiday
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin bout you weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had mates
But now I've been in the same three
For the same three
And my dice loves me
and on the same three numbers