Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Black]
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 only want me I'm icy
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 really me"
I be like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil trippin', have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his
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' the window cracked
'Cause I'm 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 plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' grass
I about my homies in the system
I think my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you call me to come get you, my nigga
You Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my
You missin' out on 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: Black]
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 bitches like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 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' like you only want me I'm icy

[Verse 2:
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin'
Two mil on wheels, in my garage
Wish could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that's they all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the pipe
And if them get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga behind, woo
These niggas love to but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no 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 chains take a way this
Scrapped up in the in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the house
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas want me to be great
Until you're made but inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap
They tried to me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, die that way