Luyện nghe bài hát If You Feel Like I Feel

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

These got me fuckin crazy bitches
So I keep a ton of
Chillin wit these willies then I get them for they
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 for the splif so I can twist it
M-f-c and hennessy packin biscuits
Brand new jesus on my in a benz lifted
Fuckin wit hollarin at all the bitches

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

It's like that, I
tons of weed
L-b's of
My man d, yo and
Feel the same way I
When I kill, then kill
We all got
So I peel, then they peel

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

[top
Yo, I'm head strong, because I go on
Wit any
Who try to test the o-g, you dead (you dead wrong)
You been on, you stupid, you dead arm
Anyway, this minny man talkin
Thinkin he can keep walkin in this day and
Didn't he know big kahuna, actions in nam
Ready to begin, put all the to an end
Put it down for brooklyn, no room for frontin
mad moves in a-t-l, can't you tell
O-g-c's and doc smokin fat ass l's
Oh well, can you catch the a million breeze
Is it trees, or is it the green weed
it up, ten seconds now smoke it up
Hold up, don't choke it up, I you smoked enough
Lyin through ya teeth, sayin we 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 like it, so at best you over
Or get ran
Ville out of sight ? ?
Knockin at ya door jahova
come in, son let me in
Pack it in mexicans, for next of kin
If any step in I'm throwin lefts to chins
Now any questions, no, so begin
I bust shit
Get up on a track, split on to the next gig
Hearin pac say ya head
Mad shit gonna change, just arranged
At it all day like pinky and the
Maintain our composure and then we ya
And have our screamin out eshkoshka

(chorus)

My heltah skeltah

Feel the way we feel

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so when peel

Then we

Heltah skeltah, up
M-f-c for
And all my motherfuckin niggas, where you it
Ay yo, my niggas

Feel the way we feel

They kill

When we

We all got whips, so they peel

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 m-f-c

Feel the same way we

They kill

When we

We all got whips, so when peel

Then we

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