Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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 bout to roll trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm it, you feelin' it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

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

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

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

up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so to me
Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you it
I'm it, you feelin' it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You ain't money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls might be yours 22
Ride 22 2's and I 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
I ain't gonna judge you
But expect me to love you, feelin' it?