Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

I remember when I used to
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, blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me
But cool

So, now usually I boast to brag
But, today
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny
I was scrawny a motherfucker
I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm solid with these
Maxin' out on these
Marinated my cause when you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it right out the
Got a for fix, drop it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine grapes
So I hit it
flicker, give and go
I know the shine the only reason she kick it for
I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the
When you came and you got changed, shit be the same
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but they a village for real
while these lames sittin' still
I hit the road, the mold, and came up on a mil

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

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one deep in the parked ave
With a sawed off that cut your ass in half
at these niggas that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' off in they ho
And on the cut, you couldn't short me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front
See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you
Niggas'll come and box you up in front yard
Better not about pullin' 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
Certified soldier the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, the music

I remember I used to roll
A bucket, no to my name and my soul
Hoes used to 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 leave me alone
But cool

Yea, live from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure from the heckle (?) from the
Ho please, I can't even see you from our close
The boy came to play and no ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored gators
Hold up, win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, 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 well (?) shit
bullshit (?) walk
Cripple chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I jumped up off the porch
(?)
Respect that'll get your dome
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
Consider your ship sunk, I'm bein' Big Sant bitch

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