Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feelins

Oh
My home boys might squabble but we don't down (never)


Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don't down
Ugh

My home boys might squabble but we fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
two of the war
Bring it, do it

[Verse 1:

this nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you
Ain't a living soul breathing shall no fear here
My four flashed then I mashed his ass

F**k with me bet I your ass
So many follow but reach me
Caught in a
em
Mimicking my style to walk this way
my posse dropping you
We Death Row
No need to beg motherf**ker no mercy inside us
Feeling
The richer I get the more I
Smoking lye watching time fly, for death
Dear God I feeling like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking
Keep my on my foes, those close to me
Watching catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me
A mercenary for the
my pedigree
Busting it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a Bad Boy shit
Then get to
Bitch catching feeling

X2]

Outlaw niggas are you to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
Niggas hide like when we hit your town
Feelings

[Verse 2:

Yeah, Napolean..
me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk a motherf**ker
my gun
Or as high as a hitting hoes for fun
But that me
Dog my minds now
And that ain't dog
Your heart pump
In the I *censored*
You better hide *censored* is near
And you just as well I do
You ain't no
So kill
You wouldn't if you had to
We might but we don't fall down
We take the gospel from
it around
Ahhhh,
We gonna the power
We started the trend
The game is
Now we together
Put our thoughts
question will we die together
Cause the hour is to come
Kadafi soldier
I show you how to use gun
it

x2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye
Untouchable
Niggas hide like when we hit your town
Catching

3]

We
M - A - D - E
N - I - G
A

And we here to
From surfing
We working the
You me
It's nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big
Eat a man
If your
We gone
the wheels fall off
Pay

Bye bye
sound (ugh)
Ride or die
And we you down
all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out the po po
to get to some mo'
Street
strugglers
Racing the
Ain't no telling it all can end
Roll or
the world
With
This a mans world
The in business
So a 'lil something
Hey
Stop your mouth
on the verge of squealing
Bitch made feelings

Ugh

x2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to
My homeboys might but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye
sound
Niggas hide hoes when we hit your town
Feelings

4]

Everybody's a
But put in work
of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a
These drugs ain't
It only making it
And the streets ain't got for me but herbs
I can't the church or the mobs
I can only God
And to tell you the I gotta ride
I only roll the real
rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

x3]

Outlaw niggas are you to clown
My might squabble but we don't fall down
bye bye bitches
Untouchable
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your
Feelings