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 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

Taking my time to perfect the
And I still got for the streets
gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just 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, then she with
out of town, she my distant lover
Only in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land
Make more in a day than your
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I lose sleep, man I

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

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 hustler you know what I'm sayin'
haters they talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking mighty high
Rolling since '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
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the 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 music so good to me
Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll trees
I'm feelin' it, you 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.
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 town as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, living lavish, big
You ain't getting money that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the
Don't hate me 'cause I'm you wanna be
I do what the minimum do
So my girls might be times 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
She just tryna it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But expect me to love you, feelin' it?