Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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

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

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

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

I when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes used to everywhere I go
But cool
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 from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new
Except the pressure the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you from our seats
The boy came to play and no this a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) colored gators mayne
up, this win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every I show 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 well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I jumped up off the porch
(?)
Respect that'll get your split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch

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