Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I made music so to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it 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.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

Taking my to perfect the beats
And I still got for the streets
Keen gold chains and my Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the
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 whatever
Always out of town, she my lover
pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for
From a jet runway, I can wherever
Make more in a day than your
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I lose sleep, man I

Wake up in the morning feeling so good
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas to kick 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.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

I roll up that J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my come from the land
You's a baller or a hustler then you know I'm sayin'
Them they talkin', hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high
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 like the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, count it I go to sleep, that's why I

Wake up in the feeling so damn good
I made so good to me
Me and my bout to kick 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.
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, look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it
But I be out of town soon as I hit
stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the
Don't hate me 'cause I'm you wanna be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the
great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress through
She just make it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna you
But don't expect me to you, feelin' it?