Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

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

[Chorus: Kodak
I just to God, them crackers don't 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 like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them don't come indite me
I if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 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, in my garage
Wish could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted
50/50, make it back, 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, lose 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, a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, niggas ain't right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really to die for ya?
All I know is these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer
Mad luck just hit the house
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas want me to be great
you're made but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with trap money
But the devil got me for this rap money
They tried to stop me good, I'ma die today
nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way