right. Sing it. So I feel like change, I feel like change, I feel like change. And so I feel like change, I feel like change, I feel like change... ---
Превод: Црни. Феел Лике Цханге.
, that's my attitude And I feel like I'm the shit Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude I feel like I run this shit
s come to my room, I make her feel like it's Egypt And she leave out that room feelin' like a paraplegic My fuck game is my capital feature I stuff her ass up like
child So when they see me everybody brrrrraps, brrrrrraps Man I'm like a young gun fully black Barrack I cried tear drops over the massive attack I only make hits like
run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black
't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
what the deal - how ya feel? Yeah I'm gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like a stutter Oxymoron, don't be dumb I school niggaz like the United
how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT
I feel high on the music I feel I might lose it It's talkin' through the melody I can hear it tellin' me to move I feel high on the music I feel I might
losin' focus These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big Do seem like my future's here now It feels
my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegger
me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black don't care eat And you know what? For some strange reason (What? Uh) I'm all for this medication feelin
you see me you know everything black and yellow [x4] I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in black and yellow [x4] [Young Jeezy] Brown blunts, black
said he like the change And he likes the way my hick-hop sounds And the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground I'm big and black, clickety-clack
death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted "The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like
but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the
' and respectin' like they should I got 'em like oh, oh, oh I get hood love, oh, oh, oh, hood love Man know, I keep it own hood And I will never change
