Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the morning feeling so damn
I made so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it 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 over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

Taking my time to perfect the
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold chains and my Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't around me
Got girls lapped up in the
Runnin' like attract me, that's me, on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit
Got to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant
pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for
a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than salary
Nigga why you mad at me? cheap
I lose sleep, man I

Wake up in the morning feeling so damn
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas bout to it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some
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.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

I roll up that Mary J, my favorite playin'
My from the runway, my kush come from the land
You's a or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so I'll probably fly
If I smoke I'll probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the wheel, listening to my favorite jam
through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, it before I go to sleep, that's why I

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some
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.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't look
She a one night stand, make it last
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
Don't hate me 'cause I'm where you be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls might be times 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress through
She tryna make it
Guess you gotta do what you do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But don't expect me to love you, it?