Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

Taking my to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want
Juke playa fo' real? bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the
Runnin' like attract me, me, leather on the 6th speed
it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, she with whatever
out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in with tints and better
rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land
more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? cheap
I lose sleep, man I

up in the morning feeling 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 it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
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 song playin'
My clothes the runway, my kush come from the land
You's a baller or a then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', em talk, I don't 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 steering wheel, to my favorite jam
Ridin' Hollywood, I'm feeling 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 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 everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money this, can't look back
She a one night stand, make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit
Fifteen runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
Don't hate me 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 great like a nigga Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She just tryna it
Guess you do what you gotta do
Shit I gonna judge you
But don't expect me to love you, it?