Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

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

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

I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song
My from the runway, my kush come from the land
You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm
Them haters they talkin', em talk, I don't 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 smoke I'll die
I'm holding, gripping on the wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin' 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 so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some
I'm feelin' it, you it
I'm feelin' it, you it

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music 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
money like this, can't 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 getting money like that
I put on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
hate 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 up the deuce
Everything great a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She just make it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But don't expect me to love you, it?