Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the morning so damn 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 everything
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 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 girls lapped up in the
Runnin' attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit
Got shit to lose, she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant
Only pull in driveways with tints and
rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land
Make more in a day than your
why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I lose sleep, man I

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

I roll up that Mary J, my favorite playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush from the land
You's a baller or a hustler then you know I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I don't
I'm rollin', do a 95, smoking getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I'll fly
If I don't smoke 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 music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with 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.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

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