Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I made so good to me
Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches
And you we bout to roll some trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

my time to perfect the beats
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? bring around me
Got girls up in the backseat
Runnin' attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it she got her own shit together
Got to lose, then she with whatever
out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land
Make more in a day your salary
why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I lose sleep, man I

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas to kick it with some bitches
And you we bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you it
I'm feelin' it, you it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

I up that Mary J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my come from the land
You's a baller or a then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much probably fly
If I don't smoke I'll die
I'm holding, on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the man
Hundred grand to see me, it before I go to sleep, that's why I

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with bitches
And you know we bout to roll trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
money like this, can't look back
She a one stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town as I hit that
stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money like
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the
hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls might be times 22
22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great like a Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She just make it
Guess you do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't judge you
But don't me to love you, feelin' it?