Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Better Cool

Glisten the sun off the candy
Got the in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and down the boulevard,
Trunk still bangin', screens hangin'
Old habits die hard, shit changed
(?) recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, wood grain

I remember when I used to
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes used to everywhere I go
But cool
Yea, shit cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes leave me alone
But that's

So, now usually I don't to brag
But, today
from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was scrawny than a
When I was younger, got my weight up a (?)
Now I'm with these numbers
out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they
And it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the
Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta
So I hit it
Flea flicker, and go
I know that the shine the only she kick it for
I went from not a thing to the frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, can't be the same
So I'm chillin', and (?)
Hollin' out the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but they from a village for
'Cause while these sittin' still
I hit the road, broke the mold, and up on a mil

I when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my and my soul
Hoes to front everywhere I go
But cool
Yea, changed cause we on
Now I'm made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the hoes won't leave me alone
But cool

Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back I was round 20
Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't find me any
one deep in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was dick off in they ho
And on the cut, you short stop me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front
See where I come from, you can't just tell me you hard
come and box you up in your front yard
Better not talk pullin' out the GAT
on site we put that 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got
These wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder
soldier with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the

I remember when I used to
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my
used to front everywhere I go
But that's
Yea, shit changed we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm
Now the same won't leave me alone
But cool

Yea, reporting live the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure from the (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you from our close
The boy came to play and no ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) colored gators mayne
Hold up, win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every I show up
Get in the way, get up
no luck for anyone tryna outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) steppin' behind us
Better on to our coattails, I boast well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?)
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, the landin'
That I up off the porch with
(?)
Respect that'll get your dome
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no
your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch

Glisten the sun off the candy
Got the in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and the boulevard, swang
still bangin', screens still hangin'
Old die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood