Bài hát Feelin' It Báo Lỗi

Chorus:

I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet

Feelin it feel the lex pushin up on the set

I'm feelin it feel the high that you get from the la

Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky


Verse 1:


I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it

Cristal on ice I like to toast I keep from spillin it

Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this

On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill as shit

Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch

And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick

Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but

Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher

We paid the price the circle of success-hey turned my mic up

Im bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light your life up

If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged

Nobody would fall cause everyone would be each others crutches

I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it

These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it

Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint

If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point?


(Chorus)


Verse 2:


Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin

I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin with shorty

(Where you disappear son?)

Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in

I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin

Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin-fool

I'm thorough in every borough my name be ringin

Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and

Ya Feelin it? to all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks

No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit

95 south and poppy on the hill and shit

And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit

And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit

Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit

These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it


(Chorus x2)


Verse 3:


What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay high?

The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch

I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop

Said she had dreams a sniper hit me with a fatal shot

Those nightmares ma

Those dreams you say you got give me the chills

But these mills make me hot y'all don't feel me

Enough to stop the illin right?

But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight

I'm so confused

OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself

Look I don't need that now

It just once in a blue when there's nothin to do and

The tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through

I get to zonin me and the chick on the island and we're bonin

I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moanin

Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man

It got me goin shit


(Chorus x3)