Luyện nghe bài hát If You Feel Like I Feel

Where we at, where we at,
M-f-c (for son) for life
For nigga, word up
up, brick city (brooklyn)
we at (ha ha)

These niggas got me crazy bitches
So I a ton of hats
Chillin wit these willies I get them for they snaps
See on the t.v. popin this and popin that

Don't say nothin when you see me pop a fuckin cap

In that ass wit the hash for the so I can twist it
M-f-c weed and packin biscuits
Brand new jesus on my feet in a benz
Fuckin wit starang hollarin at all the

Look at these assholes, made me cut off my
Blow up the spot, make shit hot like
Ay yo, I roped these as if a nigga had a lasso
It's classical, snatchin then I smash you
Ay yo, niggas wanna why I act this way
I don't know, been that since back in the day

Ay yo, pick a spot and my man starang'll lick a

Yo, disagree or say I not, they got it
(and on)

(chorus)

Yo, dog and
Feel the same way I
wanna kill, then I kill
We all got
So when they peel, then I

It's like that, I
Smokin tons of
of cocoa
My man d, yo and
Feel the same way I
When I kill, then they
We all got
So when I peel, they peel

It's that, I suppose
In gs o-o's, hollarin at the hoes

[top
Yo, I'm strong, because I go head on
Wit any
Who try to test the o-g, you dead wrong (you wrong)
You been lead on, you stupid, you arm
Anyway, who's this minny man
Thinkin he can keep in this day and time
Didn't he know big kahuna, plus in nam
Ready to begin, put all the to an end
Put it for brooklyn, ain't no room for frontin
Makin mad in a-t-l, can't you tell
and doc smokin these fat ass l's
Oh well, can you catch the a million breeze
Is it trees, or is it the green weed
Roll it up, ten seconds now it up
Hold up, don't choke it up, I you smoked enough
Lyin ya teeth, sayin we have beef
Now you wanna my hand and smoke on my leaf

(chorus)

[louieville
Son I be all in, for it, now I forward
G-c's tourin, top for it
ignore it, send all my niggas all over
Don't it, so at best you scoot over
Or get ran
Ville out of sight ? ?
at ya door like jahova
Beast in, son let me in
Pack it in like mexicans, for of kin
If any foot step in I'm throwin to chins
Now any questions, no, so begin
I bust shit
Get up on a track, split on to the next gig
pac say hold ya head
Mad shit gonna change, just stay
At it all day pinky and the brain
Maintain our and then we roast ya
And have our niggas screamin out

(chorus)

My skeltah niggas

Feel the same way we

They kill

When we

We all got whips, so when peel

Then we

Heltah skeltah, up
for life
And all my motherfuckin niggas, where you it
Ay yo, my owtlaw

Feel the way we feel

They kill

When we

We all got whips, so when they

Then we

Owtlawz, west side, up (word up)
we die (word up)
My dirty niggas

Feel the same way we

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so when they

Then we

My dirty niggas
mob, outcast, word up, word up, m-f-c
And to my niggas

Feel the way we feel

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so they peel

Then we

M-f-c, for (m-f-c, m-f-c)
up, word up
(starang, louieville and top dog chattering as fades)