Luyện nghe bài hát If You Feel Like I Feel

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

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

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

In ass wit the hash for the splif so I can twist it
M-f-c and hennessy packin biscuits
Brand new jesus on my in a benz lifted
wit starang hollarin at all the bitches

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

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

[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, who's this minny man
Thinkin he can keep in this day and time
Didn't he know big kahuna, actions in nam
Ready to begin, put all the to an end
Put it down for brooklyn, ain't no for frontin
mad moves in a-t-l, can't you tell
O-g-c's and doc these fat ass l's
Oh well, can you catch the a million breeze
Is it cocoa trees, or is it the green
Roll it up, ten now smoke it up
up, don't choke it up, I think you smoked enough
Lyin through ya teeth, sayin we have
Now you shake my hand and smoke on my leaf

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

My heltah niggas

Feel the way we feel

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so when they

Then we

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

Feel the same way we

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so when peel

Then we

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

Feel the same way we

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so when they

Then we

My dirty niggas
Goodie mob, outcast, 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 they

Then we

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