Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[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' you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I pray 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' you only want me 'cause I'm icy

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

[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 like me"
I be feelin' like you want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches like me"
I be feelin' like you 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, Grammy
Two mil on wheels, in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin'
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and ways
50/50, make it back, that's they all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the pipe
And if lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, left behind, woo
These niggas love to but shit, I love the grind
And no lookin' better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who down to die for ya?
All I know is that these take a way this pain
up in the 'rari in designer frames
Mad luck hit the last house
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I like niggas don't want me to be great
Until you're made but inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for rap money
They to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, die that way