Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Listen, tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella,
They never really understood what I was to do,
And had me Miles Davis kinda blue
I flipped the and put the rock star in my show,
Went and had 'em cop cars whipping slow
They're looking for me I was bad with a black
everybody in the game, Pacman
The issue is not a game,
I've got these kids looking at me, "What a shame!
so underrated, he should have sold more
Should've had a number one with his own tour.
Look at his show, look how we touch 'em keys,
Look how 'em girls scream he fall 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,
Have you ever seen such determination?
it all, I'm still a theme for the adulation.
Everything I ever wrote I did it the heart
Never had a top ten but you respect my art.
I'm in the club and still send me free bottles,
Still that G-55 with a super model.
my reality, this ain't no show, brother
Go check my girl on the February cover
And me whipping through the city in that silver Jeep
screaming "Oh, that's Ryan Leslie," Yeah, they know it's me
I'm not ashamed at all, in fact I my story,
No what it takes oh I'ma keep 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,
Well I 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 rapping now, let the begin!
I write my own records, my own checks,
which hotel and which city I'm calling home next!
One thing i 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)