Luyện nghe bài hát Glor

"Glory"

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

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

Thursday

Y'all fuck up it's your life
Huh, you heard me right
Uggh, for persian white
I go to of christ
Search a
First to cut a for his merchandise
My ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of on their corn flakes
To make em frosted
Oh, these on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm
My shit some cake
You think you can a date
But yo your men know
my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Lawrence
And motherfuckin end show
I say no
What you understand the N or O
Like that nigga Jigga
Yo, you either or foe
So my wish
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the time a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I
Who expected this,
Blow night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my other Mr. Ross
The point we get
To it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and holler rape
But you live in the
business is on the holidays

Now where my up niggas at
Wha What!
Now my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my west side at
Wha What!
Now where my World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq at
Wha What!
Now my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit
I wanna rhyme
I just need to talk wit
How ya'll about me
Yo, I think I'm hot
Cause I rhyme
Niggas grab dick and diddy bop
pull they skully down
And put their ice on
Like they don't trust a
And around the club
Like they bout to crush a
I get a mad enough to when 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 throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin they wind up
Next day same ice grill along the
Ya'll time up
No mean to you
I'll snatch your kids quicker B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, liking yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm have her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
out that you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
Come on wit
You a hoe
But when the bitch
You around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like yo
See I done been around the
See I met Puff and I Mason
But still the best
Nigga is
So let me somethin
Yo, you change my livin
This a holiday
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin bout you weight
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three
For the three summers
And my dice loves me
and stays on the same numbers