Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to it with some bitches
And you know we to roll some trees
I'm it, you feelin' it
I'm it, you feelin' it

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

my time to perfect the beats
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want
playa fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got lapped up in the backseat
Runnin' like attract me, me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she whatever
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 than your
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I don't sleep, man I

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

I roll up that Mary J, my favorite playin'
My clothes the runway, my kush come from the land
a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I don't
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so I'll 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 feeling the fuckin' 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 so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to it with some bitches
And you know we to roll 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.
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 night stand, make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit
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 where you be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls might be times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her seem through
She tryna make it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't judge you
But don't expect me to you, feelin' it?