Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feelins

Oh
My home boys might squabble but we don't down (never)


Huh
My home boys squabble but we don't fall down
Ugh

My home boys might squabble but we fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
two of the war
Bring it, do it

[Verse 1:

Cross nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you
Ain't a living soul breathing pump no fear here
My last four then I mashed his ass

F**k with me bet I your ass
So follow but can't reach me
in a maze
em
Mimicking my style trying to this way
my posse dropping you
We Row riders
No need to beg ain't no mercy inside us
blessed
The richer I get the more I
Smoking lye watching time fly, for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm to Jesus
Paranoid my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and
Me
A for the streets
Check my
Busting motherf**kers the thug in me
Now niggas a lotta Bad Boy shit
get to squealing
Bitch made feeling

X2]

Outlaw are you ready to clown
My might squabble but we don't fall down
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching

[Verse 2:

Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me sipping on
Drunk then a
my gun
Or as high as a hitting hoes for fun
But ain't me
Dog my minds now
And that ain't dog
Your pump fear
In the state I
You better hide nigga *censored* is
And you just as well I do
You no killer
So kill
You kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall
We take the from Makaveli
it around
Ahhhh,
We gonna taste the
We the thug trend
The game is
Now we coast
Put our together
Won't question we die together
Cause the hour is to come
Kadafi soldier
I you how to use your gun
it

x2]

Outlaw are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we fall down
Screaming bye bye
Untouchable
Niggas hide like hoes we hit your town
Feelings

3]

We
M - A - D - E
N - I - G
A

And we here to
From curb
We the industry
You me
It's really to me and my king
You see
We in the big
Eat a man
If hating
We gone
the wheels fall off
Pay

Bye bye
sound (ugh)
Ride or die
And we you down
Representing all the real stuck in the trap
Banging out the po po
Trying to get to mo'
Street
Young
Racing the
Ain't no telling it all can end
or rock
That's the
feelings
This a world youngin'
The bitches in
So learn a something
Hey
Stop your mouth
You're on the verge of
Bitch catching feelings

Ugh

x2]

Outlaw niggas are you to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall
Screaming bye bye
sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit town
Catching

4]

Everybody's a
But don't put in
Instead of putting on the
put on a skirt
These ain't helping
It making it worse
And the streets got nothing for me but herbs
I trust the church or the mobs
I can trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta
I only with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones

x3]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your
Feelings