Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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 tailor made, choppin' that I'm grown
Now the same won't leave me alone
But cool

So, now I don't boast to brag
But, today
Went from bucket, scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
When I was younger, got my up like a (?)
Now I'm solid these numbers
out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause you sees in they peepin'
And it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the
Her pussy than plies that squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it
flicker, give and go
I know that the shine the only reason she 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 (?)
Hollin' out fuck the feelin's of
That claim they come from slums but from a village for real
'Cause while these sittin' still
I hit the road, broke the mold, and up on a mil

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 won't leave me alone
But that's

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
Fuck niggas you wouldn't find me round any
one deep in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these niggas was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' off in they 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 can't just tell me you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in front yard
Better not talk pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on site we put 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the up off my shoulder
Certified soldier the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, the music

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

Yea, reporting from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone 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 ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) colored gators mayne
Hold up, win is on us
a celebration, bitch, every time I show up
Get in the way, get up
That's no luck for anyone tryna us
Plenty of haters, and (?) steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, the landin'
That I jumped up off the with
(?)
Respect get your dome split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
Consider your 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 still bangin', screens still
Old habits die hard, shit changed
(?) still recline, swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, wood grain