Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feelins

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


Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don't 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 soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I his ass

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

X2]

Outlaw niggas are you to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we fall down
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
Niggas hide like hoes we hit your town
Catching

2: Napolean]

Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me on 1-5-1
then a motherf**ker
my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting for fun
But that me
Dog my minds now
And ain't fair dog
Your heart pump
In the I *censored*
You better hide nigga is near
And you know just as I do
You ain't no
So that
You wouldn't if you had to
We might wobble but we don't down
We take the gospel from
it around
Ahhhh,
We taste the power
We the thug trend
The game is
Now we coast
Put our together
Won't will we die together
the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained
I show you how to use gun
it

x2]

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

3]

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

And we to stay
From curb
We working the
You me
It's really nothing to me and my
You see
We in the big
Eat a man
If hating
We gone
'Till the 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
to get to some mo'
Street
Young
the clock
Ain't no telling it all can end
or rock
That's the
feelings
This a mans youngin'
The in business
So learn a something
Hey
Stop your mouth
You're on the verge of
Bitch catching feelings

Ugh

x2]

Outlaw are you ready to clown
My homeboys squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye
Untouchable
Niggas like hoes when we hit your 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 only it worse
And the streets got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the
I can only God
And to tell you the truth I ride
I only roll the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones

x3]

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