Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Woo, this that shit didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone,
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and
I his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup 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
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your
Uh, glory,
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's
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 wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you,

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada,
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them 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 bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes,
Woo, this that shit you want me on
My weed louder underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't long
I got to get back to the and the drawin' board
But all this art destroyed, this the art of war
niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it 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 Boston
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost
Lost my point of view 'til I a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the and you party poopin'
Lord, oh,

Am I talkin' crazy, too much 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, rated 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 Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than
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 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,