Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

I remember when I used to
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes used to everywhere I go
But cool
Yea, shit cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same hoes won't me alone
But cool

So, now usually I don't boast to
But, different
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
Maxin' out on these
Marinated my pimpin' when you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it right out the
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the
Her pussy tighter than plies squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it
Flea flicker, and go
I know the shine the only reason she kick it for
I went from not a thing to the frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the
So I'm chillin', and (?)
out fuck the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from but they from a village for real
'Cause these lames sittin' still
I hit the road, broke the mold, and 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, changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't me alone
But cool

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
Fuck thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one deep in the Buick ave
With a sawed off shotgun cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these niggas that was on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' off in they ho
And on the cut, you short 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 we put that 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These niggas wouldn't to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified soldier with the stripes prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, the music

I remember when I to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes used to everywhere I go
But that's
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

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, the view bitch
Show make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you from our close
The boy came to play and no this a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple gators mayne
up, this win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, time I show up
Get in the way, get up
That's no for anyone tryna outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) heard behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
Cripple chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I up off the porch with
(?)
that'll get your dome 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 in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and the boulevard, swang
Trunk bangin', screens still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't changed
(?) still recline, still swang and
Grippin' grain, grippin' wood grain