Luyện nghe bài hát Envy

Yo, this is out to all my peeps locked down
Charlie rock LD all my who passed away, yeah

I remember when we to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects used to be
Brothers was wilin' was cool
Some hit the island some smoked

Me I chose the life of since day one
13 years old trying to cop a gun
I never why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd mistreat me

That's why, I never listened to a he said
And I just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes tight
Promised that one day everything would be

14 years old, mad classes
Puffing on a bone, car glasses
Nothing but of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block dime

Everybody knew Joey Crack
And if I told I'd take your life
Hey yo, I meant it the way it goes
When you deal with the real jacks
And get cap peeled

Hey Joey, let's just get this
just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't nobody
they been triflin'

Yeah, never said life would be so hard
Sometimes I find myself just praying to God
Hoping that won't be the last
I mean, just the other day this kid I got blasted

Say word, word, it wasn't no cash
It was over some who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we him big
If he was a nigga, then he wouldn't have got did

Life's and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of guy
why I keeps an alibi
Juliani to see a brother fry

So I maintain to keep my peace focused
Keep the gat there in 'case a nigga wanna smoke
Times are difficult on the of New York
It's kinda trying to hope for and not get caught

Blue eyes is on my back, intentions of arresting me
But they get the best of me
riches are my destiny

Hey Joey, let's just get this
Brothas be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust
Brothas they been

No one expected me to blow like
What was once me downs
Is now the of ? Atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps through the streets

Catching the eye of every big booty cheek
Daten rims so shiny you can see reflection
plush interior, under the seat
The heat for

Momma at me now
Got a house in Isle for my spouse and my child
D E L condos for impression hoes
No holes in my gibros

Strictly and clothes
blasting my latest single
All up in the Club
Making Lucci while I

Jingle jewels in the face of past
Eat your heart out son, you was a friend to me

Hey Joey, let's just get money
just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust
they been triflin'

Big Joe, South