Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil trippin', have the one catch a body
He dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and talk about it
And you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I'm livin' like a sniper, with the window cracked
I'm about 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 on try to catch me
Think my life, every night I'm smokin' grass weed
I think about my in the system
I think about my homies 'cause I 'em
I wish you could call me to get you, my nigga
You Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my
You out on your children
The streets for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
[?] I'm

[Chorus: Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don't indite me
I if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't indite me
I know if I go to jail, you never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches like 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 large
a lotta deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, it back, that's what they all say
pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose life, lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain't for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer
Mad luck just hit the last
My ass Bentley, got the cash 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 blessed with trap money
But the got me workin' for this rap money
They tried to stop me good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga the hood, I'ma die that way