Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a
He even dropped outta school, took it to his
I told him to just do it and don't talk it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit
I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the window
I'm about to see out the end
I be paper but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they scrap a G
All of 'em got a game on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' weed
I about my homies in the system
I think my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you call me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my
You Easter, my nigga
You missin' out on children
The vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
[?] I'm

Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly write me
I be thinkin' like, "None bitches really like me"
I be feelin' you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come 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 want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 2:
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her other
Bitch, I it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin'
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted
50/50, it back, that's what they all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the pipe
And if lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, their minds
get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And no lookin' better, just a waste of time
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 chains take a way this
up in the 'rari in designer frames
Mad luck hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I feel like niggas don't want me to be
Until you're made but they're inside, G's
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with trap money
But the got me workin' for this rap money
They to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, die that way