Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

I remember when I to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes to front everywhere I go
But that's
Yea, shit changed we on
Now I'm made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But cool

So, now usually I don't to brag
But, today
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to like Kenny Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
When I was younger, got my weight up a (?)
Now I'm solid these numbers
Maxin' out on hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you in they peepin'
And it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter plies 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 thing to the frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, can't be the same
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out fuck the feelin's of
That claim come from slums but they from a village for real
while 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 and my soul
Hoes used to everywhere I go
But cool
Yea, changed 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 when I was 20
Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't find me any
Rollin' one deep in the parked ave
With a off shotgun that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at niggas 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 me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your door
See I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard
come and box you up in your front yard
Better not talk pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These niggas dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my in the streets, fuck the music

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

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view
Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new
Except the pressure from the (?) 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, (?) 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 luck for tryna outshine us
of haters, and (?) heard steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast (?) shit talk
That (?) walk
Cripple chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I jumped up off the with
(?)
Respect that'll get your 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 tool in the dash, keep at
Jammin', up and the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still
Old habits die hard, ain't shit
(?) still recline, still swang and
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' grain