Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

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

up in the morning 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 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

I up that Mary J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the
You's a baller or a then you know what 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 much probably fly
If I smoke I'll probably 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 feeling so damn good
I made 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 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.
Music everything

Drive 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 town as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do what the minimum do
So my might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything great like a Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She just tryna it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I gonna judge you
But don't me to love you, feelin' it?