Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Kodak
I just pray to God, them crackers come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really me"
I be feelin' like you only me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really me"
I be feelin' like you want me 'cause I'm icy

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

[Chorus: Black]
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 feelin' like you only me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers 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

[Verse 2:
Yo, my got a nanny for my her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin'
Two mil on wheels, in my garage
Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, and parted ways
50/50, make it back, what they all say
pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga 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 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 frames
Mad luck just hit the last
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas don't me to be great
Until you're but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some money
But the got me workin' for this rap money
tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga the hood, I'ma die that way