Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the 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 roll some
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.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

my time to perfect the beats
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want
Juke playa fo' Don't bring around me
Got lapped up in the backseat
Runnin' attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own together
Got shit to lose, then she with
Always out of town, she my distant
Only pull in driveways with and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the for cheddar
a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than salary
Nigga why you mad at me? cheap
I don't sleep, man I

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

M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
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 from the runway, my kush come from the
You's a baller or a hustler then you know I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I don't
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so I'll probably fly
If I don't I'll probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, it before I go to sleep, that's why I

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

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 town soon as I hit
stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money like
I put on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
Don't hate me 'cause I'm you wanna be
I do what the minimum do
So my might be yours times 22
22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
She just make it
Guess you gotta do what you do
Shit I gonna judge you
But don't me to love you, feelin' it?