Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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

So, now usually I don't to brag
But, today
Went bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was scrawny a motherfucker
I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm with these numbers
Maxin' out on these
Marinated my pimpin' cause you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the
Her pussy tighter than that squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it
Flea flicker, and go
I know that the the only reason she kick it for
I went from not a to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game
you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from but they from a village for real
'Cause while these lames sittin'
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 used to everywhere I go
But that's
Yea, shit cause we on
Now I'm made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the hoes won't leave me alone
But cool

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back when I was 20
niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one deep in the parked ave
With a sawed off shotgun that cut ass in half
Laughin' at these niggas was hatin' on the low
on the cool, I was puttin' dick 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 just tell me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in front yard
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
These niggas wouldn't to knock the chip up off my shoulder
soldier with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the

I remember when I 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, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But that's

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