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 on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit 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 disappearin' like Jimmy
AK-47 my business partner, is swell
French a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the well, then wish him well
syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out nails
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm manure
I know how to hack a jeweller and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room a lot of shooters
You wake up to chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga 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, mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that you didn't want me on
My weed louder 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' as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out
Your motor keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm as Boston Bruins
in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke feel nauseated
The elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they X like Marvel made it
She the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, Marcia Brady
I dicked like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is
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 bitch 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, took you to a
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory,