Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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

So, now usually I boast to brag
But, different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm solid with these
Maxin' out on these
my pimpin' cause when you sees in they peepin'
And it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low the bass
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 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 (?)
out fuck the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but from a village for real
'Cause while lames sittin' still
I hit the road, the mold, and came up on a mil

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

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, when I was round 20
niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one in the Buick parked ave
a sawed 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 short stop me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your door
See where I come from, you 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 wouldn't dare to knock the up off my shoulder
Certified soldier the stripes that'll prove it
I got my in the streets, fuck the music

I remember I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my
Hoes to front 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

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, the view bitch
gone make a killin', ain't 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 ain't a game
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 (?) steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
Cripple chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
I jumped up off the porch with
(?)
Respect that'll get your split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
Consider your ship sunk, I'm just Big Sant bitch

like 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, still swang and
Grippin' wood grain, wood grain