Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Kodak
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 like 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 never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Kodak
My lil nigga trippin', have the one a body
He even dropped outta school, 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 like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
'Cause I'm to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be me
And every time I to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a game on try to catch me
Think about my life, night I'm smokin' grass weed
I think about my homies in the
I think about my 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you call me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my
You miss Easter, my
You missin' out on children
The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm
[?] I'm

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

2: Jeezy]
Yo, my daughter got a for my her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, Grammy
Two mil on wheels, in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm large
Tripped a deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that's what all say
pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, burn rubber
See lose they 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, just a waste of
Long, live, fresh, niggas ain't right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who down to die for ya?
All I is that these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in frames
Mad luck just hit the house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I feel niggas don't want me to be great
Until you're made but inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for rap money
They tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die
Rich nigga the hood, I'ma die that way