Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a
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' a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but ladies, they be after me
And time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a game plan on try to me
Think my life, every night I'm smokin' grass weed
I about my homies in the system
I think about my 'cause I miss 'em
I you could 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 'cause I be rappin' I'm feelin'
[?] I'm

[Chorus: Black]
I pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these really like me"
I be feelin' like you want 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 daughter got a nanny for my her nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin'
Two mil on wheels, in my garage
Wish Granny 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 pray for us, we on the pipe
And if them get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to you, nigga left behind, woo
niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas right for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that 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 don't me to be great
Until you're made but they're inside, G's
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some money
But the devil got me workin' for rap money
tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma die way