Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel

How does it feel ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are
'Cuz a playa and you're pimpin' hoes

So tell me how does it feel ya money ain't right
And ya pockets are
still a hustla and you can't let go

When I was broke, I used to feel the
Now I got money, ain't nothin'
hustla, tryin' to hold on to what I got
And alot, players like me can't be stopped

I was starvin', couldn't afford a TV
But now I roll in a DB-7
Throwin' up the two, to the and pimps
It's all the money, you know what I'm gettin'

How the you think I felt when I was broke
All the rumors I got and I was smoked
I the truth, I don't care how you feel about me
I'm still in the game and you still see

My goin' down the muthafuckin' street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch
You say it real life
you don't know what it feels like, beyotch

How does it when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are
'Cuz you're a playa and pimpin' hoes

So tell me how does it when ya money ain't right
And ya are tight?
You're still a hustla and you let go

I feel I'm a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all the real
Can't sorry for you, do your thang
be mad at the world 'cuz you can't hang

If you feel like doin' that ain't productive
Look in the mirror, yourself and say, "Fuck it"
It's the two-thousand, I know you feel me
But I understand why you niggas wanna kill me

Went from broke to rich, I got bitch kneelin'
I told her, "Smoke this dick bitch, don't the feelin'"
And when she did it, she jockin' me
I saw it in your eyes, you felt sockin' me

For every theres a consequence
Playa-haters always tryna some shit
But then you gotta these niggas here
It good to be a playa, bitches everywhere

How does it feel when ya livin' that
And ya are fat?
'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin'

So tell me how does it feel when ya money right
And ya pockets are
You're still a hustla and you let go

I feel like albums ain't enough
And at the time you feel like you can't come up
Sometimes real life don't feel
You been fuckin' her for years but it's tight

Then I came through bammin', vagina expandin'
Used to be but now you landed in
water drownin' and that's some real game
It's been your for years but it don't feel the same

I been creepin', your bitch up on the weekend
Is it still she calls me Dr. Feelgood
I'll be her pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you its all tense

I said, "I don't give a about history
I'll tell you 'bout my life show you how this dick'll be"
In you all night, go ask bitch was she feelin' me
Man, you be killin' me, haters

How does it when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are
'Cuz you're a playa and pimpin' hoes

So tell me how does it when ya money ain't right
And ya are tight?
You're still a and you can't let go