Tytuł: Feelin It

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
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[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 through the high that you get from the lie
  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 those toes I keep spillin it
  Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this
  On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and 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 to circular success they turned my mic up
  I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up
  If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged
  Nobody before 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 what 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 boro my name be ringin
  Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and
  Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the 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 that snipers hit me with a fatal shot
  Those nightmares mom
  Those dreams you say you got give me the chills
  But these mils make me hot y'all 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 moon when there's nothin to do and
  The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through
  I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we're bonin
  I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin
  Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man
  It got me goin shit
  
  [Chorus x3]