Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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

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

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

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't me round any
one deep in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off shotgun cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was dick off in they ho
And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the
Cause I be with the pistol, on your front door
See where I come from, you can't just me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in your front
Better not about pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on we put that 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These niggas wouldn't dare to the chip up off my shoulder
Certified soldier with the stripes that'll it
I got my reputation in the streets, the music

I remember when I used to
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my
Hoes used to front I go
But that's
Yea, shit cause we on
Now I'm made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But that's

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

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