Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel

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

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

When I was broke, I used to the pain
Now I got money, ain't changed
Same hustla, tryin' to on to what I got
And that's alot, players me can't be stopped

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

How the fuck you think I felt when I was
All the I got killed 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 face goin' the muthafuckin' street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch
You say it real life
'Cuz you don't know it feels like, beyotch

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

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

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

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

Went broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin'
I told her, "Smoke this dick bitch, fight the feelin'"
And when she did it, she started me
I saw it in your eyes, you like sockin' me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How does it feel when ya livin' 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
You're still a and you can't let go