Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

One, two
Check me the out
I'm now, ha, ha, I'm here now
Ya'll should have let me in the muthafuckin' game B
They up lettin' me in Un
They did it to theyselves man
I tell ya'll goin' down

Yo, eh yo, you see him, Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans, to G 'em, for land in
Take the Lear jet flight
night, overseas

Y'all fuck up worth they life
Huh, you niggaz me right
Ugh, for that white
I go to church of Christ, a life
to heist a nigga for they merchandise

My niggaz ball for
ten grams of coke on they corn flakes
To it frosted flakes
Oh, these on my neck
say the Lord, I'm saved
My shit cost cake
You think you can a date?

But yo, men should know
That my crew, we intend to
Treat you cats Martin Lawrence
And end your show
I say no, what don't you understand the N or O?

Like nigga Jigga said, "Yo, you either friend or foe"
So my wish, I'm a perfectionist and wit the gun
Is the only a nigga plays catch and kiss
Check the list, how necks I twist
Who expected Exodus
Blow night, or even sex a bitch

But she catch everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga, or my nigga Mr. Ross
Ah the point we get across, to make it you'll get across
And cats get sued and I ain't wanna rape
But you live in the 'burbs, your business or holidays

You where my down south niggas at, wha,
You where my north niggas at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what
You where my west niggas at, wha, what

You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha,
You my Harlem World niggas at, wha, what
You where my N.O.R niggas at, wha,
You where my down south niggas at, wha,

Check it, eh, yo I just wanna wit ya'll
I wanna rhyme, I just need to talk wit ya'll
How you about me? Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
I rhyme, niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
And pull they down

And put their ice grill on, they don't trust a nigga
And walk around the club, like they 'bout to a nigga
I get a mad enough to where he snuff a nigga
Dont have a toast, yo, you around and bust a nigga

You got to love a nigga, the way I what
Out they fuckin' throwin' gang signs up
Wildin' all out and kid where they wind up
day same ice grill inside a lineup
Ya'll time's up

No mean to you
I'll snatch your kids quicker B.C.W.
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really yours
Not to nag her, if I could bag her
It ain't if I could have her, it's how I'm have her

Lay her a cornerback
On her back, on the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran through her, you her back?
Come on wit that, you a hoe
Yo when the bitch
You fuck around and the hoe

Oh, I'm the type to twist the hoe diss the hoe
and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like yo
See I been around the world

See I met and I know Mason
But still the best nation, is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you change my livin'
This a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin', 'cause you a

bout you sell weight
Nigga you had mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three
For the same three
And love me
They stay on the same numbers

You my down south niggas at, wha, what
You where my north at, wha, what
You where my east side at, wha, what
You where my side niggas at, wha, what

You where my niggas at, wha, what
You my Harlem World niggas at, wha, what
You where my N.O.R at, wha, what

You where my south niggas at, wha, what
You where my north at, wha, what
You my west side niggas at, wha, what
You where my east side niggas at, wha,

What, what, what,
What, what, what,
What, what, what,