Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

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

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

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

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

fast til I'm out of gas
Getting like this, can't look back
She a one night stand, tryna it last
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You getting money 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 might be yours 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress through
She just make it
Guess you gotta do you gotta do
I ain't gonna judge you
But expect me to love you, feelin' it?