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 bitches
So I a ton of hats
Chillin wit willies then I get them for they snaps
See them on the t.v. popin this and popin

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

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

Look at assholes, made me cut off my afro
Blow up the spot, make shit hot tabasco
Ay yo, I these bitches as if a nigga had a lasso
It's classical, snatchin jewels I smash you
Ay yo, niggas know why I act this way
I know, been like that 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 when they peel, I peel

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

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

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

(chorus)

sluggah]
Son I be all in, for it, now I forward
G-c's tourin, top for it
Can't ignore it, send all my all over
Don't like it, so at best you over
Or get ran
out of sight like ? ?
Knockin at ya door jahova
Beast in, son let me in
Pack it in like mexicans, for of kin
If any foot 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 pinky and the brain
Maintain our composure and then we ya
And have our niggas screamin out

(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
for life
And all my niggas, where you want it
Ay yo, my owtlaw

Feel the same way we

They wanna

When we

We all got whips, so they peel

Then we

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

Feel the same way we

They kill

When we

We all got whips, so they peel

Then we

My dirty south
Goodie mob, outcast, word up, 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)
Word up, up
(starang, louieville and top dog as music fades)