Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

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

Kodak Black]
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 me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them don't come indite me
I if I go to jail, you prolly never 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 other
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, and parted ways
50/50, make it back, what they all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the turn
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma burn
See niggas lose they life, lose minds
get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas right 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 in designer frames
Mad just hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I feel like niggas don't want me to be
Until you're made but inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got with some trap money
But the devil got me for this rap money
They tried to stop me good, I'ma die today
Rich from the hood, I'ma die that way