Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Faded

[Intro: J]
Winners
We scrapin' up all this man
The hustle

Juicy J]
I'm feelin' faded, and
Buying everything so they can tell I it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' us
I keep money comin' in, I'ma scrape it
scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it
I'm papers, man I'm faded
I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma it
[Verse 1: J]
Man I'm blowing all loud
I'll be damned to let a take it
I'm a stoner wake and ain't no exit ?
Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't
All this cake a makin', better than desert
Keep that chopper on
Bombay quench my
All these dead presidents I'ma a hearse
I'm getting faded, I'm so
Bout to spark, Kirk
Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna up but I swerve
You say you not sucking dick, you got some nerve
Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you
I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't mark my words
Got bitches who me brain 'til I'm a nerd

[Hook: J]
I'm faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can I made it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' us
I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it
I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm
I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it

2: Wiz Khalifa]
They try to talk about me cause I'm staying positive
Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' just how I live
Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' and takin' shots
keep the proper medication cause I think a lot
Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my
Face time her bring her to the trap to watch movies
Netflix, champagne, TV
Best its going down, you fuckin' with a, G

Juicy J]
I'm faded, and elevated
Buying everything so can tell I made it
I'm rolling papers, they fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it
I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'm papers, man I'm faded
I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it

3: Project Pat]
Scrape it up, it up
We tryna pile it up
Buying drugs where I'm
You get fucked like a slut
Medical in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up
Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli
In the club sparkles on them bottles like of July
Bookin' all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai
papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky
Rari light, police ask me questions I'ma lie
I'm 100 like a Calico
Cigarillo of medical
You know off the credit bro
We bottles and we stackin' dough

[Hook: J]
I'm faded, and elevated
everything so they can tell I made it
I'm papers, they tryna' fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it
I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm
I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it