Luyện nghe bài hát Moe

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

Taking my time to the beats
And I still got love for the
gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want V-I-P
Juke fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the
Runnin' like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th
it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with
out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for
From a jet runway, I can land
Make more in a day your salary
why you mad at me? Talk cheap
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 kick it with 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 over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over

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 hustler 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 '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke I'll die
I'm holding, on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm like the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, count it before I go to sleep, why I

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I made 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.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music everything

fast til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't look
She a one night stand, tryna it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit
Fifteen runways, living lavish, big carrots
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 what the minimum do
So my girls might be yours 22
Ride 22 2's and I up the deuce
Everything great like a 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 expect me to you, feelin' it?