Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I music so good to me
Me and my bout 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.
Music everything

Taking my to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the
Keen gold and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the
Runnin' like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th
Love it when she got her own shit
Got shit to lose, she with whatever
out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for
From a jet runway, I can land
Make in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I don't sleep, man I

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

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

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

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

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

fast til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't look
She a one night stand, tryna make it
But I be out of town soon as I hit
Fifteen runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money like
I put on the beat, T-Rawws 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
great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
She just tryna it
Guess you gotta do you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But don't expect me to love you, it?