Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil nigga trippin', have the one a body
He even dropped outta school, it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit
I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they gotta a G
All of 'em got a game plan on try to me
Think about my life, night I'm smokin' grass weed
I think my homies in the system
I think about my homies I miss 'em
I wish you could me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my
You Easter, my nigga
You missin' out on your
The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm
I rap the way I rap I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
[?] I'm

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

[Verse 2:
Yo, my got a nanny for my her other nanny
Bitch, I it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my
Wish could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted
50/50, it back, that's what they all say
Y'all for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, lose their
get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the
And ain't no lookin' better, a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, niggas ain't right 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 frames
Mad luck just hit the house
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I like niggas don't 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 got me workin' for this rap money
They to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma die way