Jay Z — Feelin’ It
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Текст Jay Z — Feelin’ It[Intro:]
[Chorus: Mecca]
I’m feelin’ it, fill the glass to the top with Moët,
Feelin’ it, feel the Lex pushin’ up on the set,
I’m feelin’ it, feel the high that you get from the lye,
Feelin’ it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky.
[Verse 1:]
I keep it realer than most, I know you feelin’ it,
Cristal on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spillin’ it,
Bone crushers, I keep real close, I got the skill for this,
On my back the flyest 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 nothing to live for like them lifers but
Makin’ sure every n**ga stay rich within my cipher,
We paid the price to circle us, success — they turned my mic up,
I’m ‘bout to hit these n**gas with some shit that’ll light ya life up,
If every n**ga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged,
Nobody will fall ‘cause everyone will 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-Jigga lookin’ gully in the joint,
If y’all n**gas 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-forty, hydroplanin’.
What, shorty? Where you disappear to, son? Maintainin’,
Puttin’ myself in a position most of these rappers ain’t in, I’m livin’,
The ill streets’ blues got you hunger pangin’,
Nothing 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
You 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 papi on the Hill and shit,
And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with shit,
And all the thorough ass n**gas that I hustle wit’,
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit,
These fake rappers can’t really know I’m lovin’ it, you feelin’ it?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
What, y’all ain’t heard that n**ga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch,
I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I’d stop,
Said. she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot,
Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you got,
Give me the chills but these mills, well, they 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, okay, I’m gettin’ weeded now,
I know I contradicted myself, look, I don’t need that now,
It’s just once in a blue when there’s nothing to do,
And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through.
I get to zonin’: me and this chick on the L and then 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]
