Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

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

I when I used to roll
A bucket, no to my name and my soul
Hoes 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 me alone
But that's

So, now I don't boast to brag
But, different
from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was than a motherfucker
When I was younger, got my up like 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, drop it low like the
Her pussy tighter than plies squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it
Flea flicker, and go
I know that the shine the only reason she it for
I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the
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 they come from slums but they from a village for real
'Cause while these lames sittin'
I hit the road, broke the mold, and up on a mil

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

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
Fuck niggas thought you find me round any
Rollin' one in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at 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 the pistol, knockin' on your front door
See I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in your yard
Better not talk about out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These wouldn't 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 when I used to
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 made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But cool

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, the view bitch
Show gone 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 play and no ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored gators
Hold up, win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every I show up
Get in the way, get up
That's no luck for anyone tryna us
of haters, and (?) heard 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 split
And on it I stay, no for no punk
Consider your ship sunk, I'm just Big Sant bitch

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