Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers 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 like you only 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 never write me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Kodak
My lil nigga trippin', have the one a body
He even dropped school, took it to his hobby
I told him to do it and don't talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit
I'm livin' a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be paper but these 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 about my in the system
I think about my 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you call 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 what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
[?] I'm

[Chorus: Kodak
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 really me"
I be feelin' you only want me 'cause I'm icy
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 these 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, that's in my
Wish Granny see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
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 turn
And if them lights get behind us, burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, lose minds
Niggas get to like you, left 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 ain't for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really to die for ya?
All I know is that chains take a way this pain
up in the 'rari in designer frames
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 but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some money
But the devil got me for this rap money
They tried to me livin' good, I'ma die today
nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way