Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Like

[Chorus: Kodak
I just 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 really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me I'm icy
I just pray to God, crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you never write me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Black]
My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a
He dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to do it and don't talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you hit everybody
I'm like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be me
And every I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, night I'm smokin' grass weed
I about my homies in the system
I about my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you could me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my
You Easter, my nigga
You missin' out on your
The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm
[?] I'm

[Chorus: Black]
I just pray to God, 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 feelin' like you only want me I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly write me
I be like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 2:
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her nanny
Bitch, I it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my
Wish could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and ways
50/50, make it back, that's what all say
Y'all for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma rubber
See niggas they life, lose their minds
Niggas get to you, nigga left behind, woo
These love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of
Long, live, fresh, these ain't right for ya
But it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in frames
Mad luck just hit the house
My ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas don't want me to be
Until you're made but inside, G's fake
the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap
They tried to stop me good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, die that way