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 these really like me"
I be feelin' you only 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 bitches really like me"
I be like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Kodak
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 you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I'm like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, be after me
And time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a plan on try to catch me
about my life, every night I'm smokin' grass weed
I think about my homies in the
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 out on your children
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

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

[Verse 2:
Yo, my daughter got a for my her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin'
Tripped a lotta deal, and parted ways
50/50, make it back, what they all say
Y'all for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get us, I'ma burn rubber
See lose they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga behind, woo
These love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain't for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in frames
Mad luck hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I like niggas don't want me to be great
Until you're but they're inside, G's fake
the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap
They tried to stop me good, I'ma die today
nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way