Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

Taking my time to the beats
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, bad bitches, they just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' Don't bring around me
Got lapped up in the backseat
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 with tints and
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for
From a jet runway, I can land
Make more in a day than your
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I lose sleep, man 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 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.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

I roll up that J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the
You's a baller or a then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so I'll probably fly
If I smoke I'll probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, count it 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 bout to 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.
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

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