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 and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood

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, changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But cool

So, now I don't boast to brag
But, different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Griffin
I was scrawny than a
When I was younger, got my weight up a (?)
Now I'm with these numbers
Maxin' out on these
Marinated my pimpin' cause you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it right out the
Got a vision for fix, it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter than plies that the wine outta grapes
So I hit it
flicker, give and go
I know that the shine the reason she kick it for
I went from not a to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out fuck the of critics
That claim come from slums 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 I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my
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 hoes won't leave me alone
But that's

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 off shotgun that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these that 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
I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door
See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you
Niggas'll come and box you up in front yard
not talk about pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the up off my shoulder
Certified soldier with the stripes prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the

I remember 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 made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the hoes won't leave me alone
But cool

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, the view bitch
Show gone make a killin', nothin' new bitch
Except the from the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I even see you from our close seats
The boy came to play and no this ain't a
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 tryna outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) heard behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast (?) shit talk
That (?) walk
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the
That I up off the porch with
(?)
Respect get your dome split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
Consider your ship sunk, I'm bein' Big Sant bitch

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