Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't around me
Got girls lapped up in the
Runnin' like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th
Love it when she got her own shit
Got shit to lose, she with whatever
out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways tints and better
rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can wherever
more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? cheap
I don't sleep, man 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 we bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you it
I'm it, you feelin' 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

I roll up that Mary J, my song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come the land
You's a baller or a hustler you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
Rolling weed '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I smoke I'll probably die
I'm holding, on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the man
Hundred grand to see me, it before I go to sleep, that's why I

up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas to kick it with 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 everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
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 like this, can't back
She a one night stand, tryna make it
But I be out of town as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting like that
I put on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
Don't me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls might be yours 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything great like a Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She tryna make it
Guess you do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't judge you
But don't expect me to love you, it?