Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

Glisten the sun off the candy
Got the tool in the dash, keep at
Jammin', up and the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens hangin'
Old habits die hard, shit changed
(?) still recline, still and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' grain

I remember I used to roll
A bucket, no to my name and my soul
Hoes to front everywhere I go
But cool
Yea, changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But cool

So, now I don't boast to brag
But, today
Went bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm solid with these
out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in peepin'
And it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low the bass
Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta
So I hit it
Flea flicker, and go
I know that the shine the only she kick it for
I went from not a to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but they from a village for
'Cause while these lames still
I hit the road, the mold, and came up on a mil

I remember when I to roll
A bucket, no to my name and my soul
Hoes to front everywhere I go
But that's
Yea, shit changed we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But that's

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back when I was 20
Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't me round any
Rollin' one deep in the Buick ave
With a sawed off that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' off in they ho
And on the cut, you couldn't stop me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front
See where I come from, you can't tell me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in your front
Better not talk about out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the

I when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
used to front everywhere I go
But that's
Yea, shit changed we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same hoes won't leave me
But cool

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, the view bitch
Show gone make a killin', nothin' new bitch
Except the from the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you our close seats
The boy came to play and no ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored mayne
Hold up, win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every time I up
Get in the way, get up
That's no luck for anyone tryna us
Plenty of haters, and (?) heard steppin' us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the
That I jumped up off the with
(?)
Respect that'll get your dome
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
Consider ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch

Glisten like the sun off the
Got the tool in the dash, at hand
Jammin', up and the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still
Old habits die hard, ain't shit
(?) recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' grain