Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

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

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

I roll up that Mary J, my song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come the land
You's a or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking getting high
Rolling weed since '99, so much I'll probably fly
If I don't I'll probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the man
Hundred to see me, count it before 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 bout to kick it with bitches
And you know we bout to roll trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm it, you feelin' it

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

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money this, can't look back
She a one stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit
Fifteen runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, on the feet
hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly what the do
So my girls be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
She just tryna it
Guess you gotta do you gotta do
Shit I gonna judge you
But don't me to love you, feelin' it?