Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Listen, tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella,
They really understood what I was trying to do,
And had me feeling Miles Davis blue
I flipped the switch and put the star in my show,
overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping slow
They're looking for me I was bad with a black
Eating everybody in the game,
The issue is not a game,
I've got kids looking at me, saying "What a shame!
He's so underrated, he should have sold
Should've had a one record with his own tour.
Look at his show, look how we touch 'em keys,
Look how 'em girls scream when he to his knees!
how he pour his heart out when he tell his story."
i guess i had to my guts so i could get my glory!

Listen,
you ever even seen such determination?
Despite it all, I'm a theme for the adulation.
Everything I ever wrote I did it the heart
Never had a top ten but you still my art.
I'm in the club and they still me free bottles,
Still push that with a super model.
It's my reality, this ain't no show,
Go check my girl on the February Vogue
And catch me whipping through the in that silver Jeep
Kids screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know me
I'm not ashamed at all, in I love my story,
No matter what it takes oh I'ma my glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh!
I get it
The glory, it to me!

You me why I'm rapping,
I give you the reason,
The reason you're hating when you should be believing
It's in your heart to hate, in my heart to win,
So yeah, I'm now, let the hating begin!
I write my own records, my own checks,
Wonder which hotel and city I'm calling home next!
One i know for sure, one thing that's mandatory,
I owe it all to God, I him all the glory!

Sh-t!
The glory, it to me!
oh, oh! (x3)
get my glory,
it to me! (x2)