Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Black]
I just 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 bitches 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 never me
I be thinkin' like, "None these really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me I'm icy

1: Kodak Black]
My lil trippin', have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his
I told him to do it and don't talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you hit everybody
I'm like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
'Cause I'm to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be 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 think about my in the system
I think my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I you could call me to come get you, my nigga
You Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my
You out on your children
The streets for me 'cause rappin' 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 don't come me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you 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 bitches really 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, that's in my
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted
50/50, make it back, that's what all say
pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See lose they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the
And no lookin' better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, niggas ain't right for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 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 but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for rap money
tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga the hood, I'ma die that way