Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

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

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil trippin', have the one catch a body
He even outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you hit everybody
I'm livin' like a sniper, with the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' grass
I think about my homies in the
I think about my homies I miss 'em
I wish you could call me to get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my
You miss Easter, my
You missin' out on your
The vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' 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 prolly write me
I be thinkin' like, "None bitches really 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 know if I go to jail, you prolly never 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 for my her other nanny
Bitch, I it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
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 what all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the turn
And if them get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, left behind, woo
These niggas love to but shit, I love the grind
And no lookin' better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these ain't right for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer
Mad luck hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the out
I like niggas don't want me to be great
you're made but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap
But the devil got me workin' for this rap
They tried to stop me livin' good, die today
nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way