Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I made music so 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 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.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

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

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I made music so 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 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 over

I roll up that Mary J, my song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come the land
You's a baller or a hustler 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 much probably fly
If I don't I'll probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the man
Hundred grand to see me, count it I go to sleep, that's why I

Wake up in the morning feeling so damn
I made music so 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.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

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