Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

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

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

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 hustler then you know what I'm
Them they talkin', hear 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, on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm like the fuckin' man
grand to see me, count 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 some
And you know we bout to roll trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm it, you feelin' 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

fast til I'm out of gas
Getting money this, can't look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, living lavish, big
You ain't getting like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the
Don't hate me I'm where you wanna be
I do what the minimum do
So my girls be yours times 22
22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great a nigga Babe Ruth
roof, but her dress seem through
She tryna make it
Guess you do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But don't me to love you, feelin' it?