Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

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

So, now usually I don't boast to
But, different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
When I was younger, got my weight up a (?)
Now I'm with these numbers
out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they
And scrape it out the skin
Got a vision for fix, it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter than that squeeze 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 thing to the frame, throw it off in the game
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 they a village for real
'Cause while these lames sittin'
I hit the road, broke the mold, and up on a mil

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

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, when I was round 20
Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't me round any
Rollin' one deep in the Buick ave
With a off shotgun 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 stop 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 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 to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified with the stripes that'll 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 tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same hoes won't me alone
But cool

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view
Show make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't see you from our close seats
The boy came to and no this ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple gators mayne
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 outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well (?) shit
That bullshit (?)
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, 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 tool in the dash, keep at
Jammin', up and down the boulevard,
Trunk still bangin', screens still
Old die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood