Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Black]
I just pray to God, them don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches like me"
I be feelin' like you only me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come me
I know if I go to jail, you never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches like me"
I be like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a
He even outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit
I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the cracked
'Cause I'm to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but ladies, they be after me
And time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a game plan on try to me
Think about my life, every night I'm grass weed
I think about my in the system
I think about my 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you call me to come get you, my nigga
You Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my
You missin' out on your
The streets for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm
[?] I'm

Kodak Black]
I just to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me I'm icy
I just pray to God, crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really me"
I be feelin' like you want me 'cause I'm icy

2: Jeezy]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her other
Bitch, I made it out the hood, Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin'
a lotta deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that's they all say
Y'all for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma rubber
See niggas lose they life, their minds
Niggas get to you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of
Long, live, fresh, these ain't right for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these take a way this pain
up in the 'rari in designer frames
Mad luck hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I feel like don't want me to be great
Until made but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap
They to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way