Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

Taking my time to perfect the
And I still got love for the
Keen chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't 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 driveways tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the 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 morning feeling so good
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas to kick it with some bitches
And you know we to roll some trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you 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

I roll up 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 they talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking mighty high
weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, listening to my 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 morning so damn good
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it 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 everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, look back
She a one stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money that
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 nigga Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
She tryna make it
Guess you gotta do you gotta do
Shit I ain't judge you
But don't expect me to love you, it?