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

Taking my time to the beats
And I still got love for the
Keen gold chains and my Wiz Khalif
Got tree, the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' Don't bring around me
Got lapped up in the backseat
Runnin' like me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit
Got shit to lose, then she with
Always out of town, she my lover
pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can wherever
Make more in a day your salary
why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I lose sleep, man I

Wake up in the morning feeling so good
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it 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 over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over 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 from the
You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm
Them haters they talkin', em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, 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 morning so damn good
I music so good to me
Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to some trees
I'm feelin' it, you it
I'm it, you feelin' 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.
Music everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't back
She a one night stand, tryna it last
But I be out of soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks runways, living lavish, big
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 might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the
Everything great like a Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem
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?