Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feelins

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


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

My home boys might squabble but we don't fall (hey)
(Westside, westside)
two of the war
Bring it, do it

[Verse 1:

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

F**k with me bet I your ass
So many follow but can't me
in a maze
em
Mimicking my trying to walk this way
my posse dropping you
We Death Row
No to beg motherf**ker ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling
The I get the more I stress
Smoking lye time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking
Keep my eyes on my foes, those to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and
Me
A mercenary for the
Check my
motherf**kers it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy
Then get to
Bitch made catching

X2]

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

2: Napolean]

Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me sipping on
Drunk then a
my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting for fun
But ain't me
Dog my now clear
And that ain't dog
Your pump fear
In the state I
You better hide nigga is near
And you know just as I do
You no killer
So that
You wouldn't if you had to
We might wobble but we fall down
We take the from Makaveli
it around
Ahhhh,
We gonna the power
We the thug trend
The is ours
Now we coast
Put our together
question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to
Kadafi soldier
I you how to use your gun
it

x2]

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

3]

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

And we here to
From surfing
We the industry
You me
really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big
Eat a man
If your
We ride
'Till the wheels off
Pay

Bye bye
sound (ugh)
Ride or die
And we you down
Representing all the real niggas in the trap
Banging out the po po
to get to some mo'
Street
Young
Racing the
Ain't no telling it all can end
Roll or
That's the
With
a mans world youngin'
The bitches in
So learn a 'lil
Hey
running your mouth
You're on the verge of
Bitch made catching

Ugh

x2]

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

4]

Everybody's a
But put in work
Instead of putting on the
Niggas put on a
These drugs helping
It only it worse
And the ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't the church or the mobs
I can only God
And to tell you the truth I ride
I roll with the real
Cause with the fake got my loved ones killed

x3]

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