Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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.
over 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 the beats
And I got love for the streets
gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just V-I-P
Juke fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got girls up in the backseat
Runnin' like attract me, me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own together
Got shit to lose, then she whatever
Always out of town, she my distant
pull 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 salary
why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I don't sleep, man I

Wake up in the morning feeling so damn
I made music so to me
Me and my bout to kick it with 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 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 that J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my come from the land
You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm
haters they talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much probably fly
If I don't smoke probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, listening to my jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm like the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, count it before I go to sleep, why I

Wake up in the morning feeling so good
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 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.
Music over

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, look back
She a one night stand, tryna it last
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
Don't hate me 'cause I'm you wanna be
I do mostly what the do
So my girls might be times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the
Everything great like a nigga Babe
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She just tryna it
Guess you gotta do you gotta do
I ain't gonna judge you
But don't expect me to love you, it?