Luyện nghe bài hát Mota

Everyday, it's the same
That bong that's on the table starts to my name
I take a hit and zone out
I'll be paranoid and hungry by a to ten

Watching on my TV
I'm laughing off my ass at Three's
I don't if I'm understood
Buy hearing Jimmy Buffett sounded so good

Your memory's and so is your life, your life
Mota Boy, but losing out never felt so right
Your enemy's you and so is your life, your
Mota Boy, but losing out might feel okay all

I'm driving down to the
Going 15 miles an 'cause I'm already stoned
Give the guy a twenty and in the car
He tosses me a baggie then he real far

I take a hit but it smells like a
Oh, fuck I got a baggie of
ritual is destroying me
But I guess it could be worse, it could be

Mota, your gone and so is your life, your life
Mota Boy, but losing out just never felt so
Your enemy's you and couch is your life, your Life
Boy, but losing out might take, losing out might take you all night

Your memory's gone and so is life, your life
Mota Boy, but losing out just felt so right
Your enemy's you and this is your life, your
Mota Boy, but out might feel okay all night
All night, yeah, losing out might okay all night