Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

It's DJ Kay Slay the king
And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one
That's right, I said lyricists, not
And for you haters out there, pay

(Jealousy's a motherfucker) go
You don't no problem, you don't wanna mess with it
Up in it then I come around, already be knowing how I be the best with it
How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga step with a little fresh fitted
Bust every bottle in the and I fuck shit up
I got 'em whilin' till a nigga he finished
(You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather
Pretty bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca
Make it bounce, stretch and yo' ass, yoga
Bangin' on niggas till we probably a shoulder
I don't ever a fuck what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss
Make way homie, see we through a little bit
Illiterate, but you you fuckin' with a boss
Yeah we takin' all the small where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?"
While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, do that
Tired of telling niggas when you exactly what I'm on
Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I'm
Y'all see the way I black out every time I beat 'em in the till the nigga [?]

You can lose your if you a jealous nigga
Fuck up [?] niggas
Me bitch better, me whip
Me neck shine, me blow
You can your life

Hit a lick, rockin' the hip, hopin' to get when a nigga spit
Probably when the women get on me, talkin' the
Often the bitch when I rip
Niggas be jelly, they go her telly
And see her me she left shit in my telly
It's hurtin' his belly bad meat at the deli
I have in my pelly pelly for the fuckboys
Make a nigga to snuff boys, make enough noise
To make everyone drop when I bust toys they suck soy
I'm gonna get my no matter what
Hateful don't got enough, they goin' a nut
Get a fo'-fo' with ya ganja my do' in the cut
Play no games and I ain't no dame so I aim for
I'ma drain yo' brain when that go bang
Like I'm Django, man, and my aim bang
When I'm with jealousy, all the states throw mail at me
So it's making you march, yell at me
When I they call up Penelope's
ass, trick ass, sniff ass, ho
Just 'cause I get when I spit fast, now his ass low
Go get a sick pass and a bitch 'cause you get mad, bro
You 'bout to get and you wondering if it's riff raff, no nigga

You can lose your if you a jealous nigga
Fuck up [?] niggas
Me better, me whip wetter
Me shine, me wrist blow
You can your life

I knew a couple that I used to run with
Have fun with, get funds
get low, I had to bust a couple guns wet
Squad apart all over one bitch
Leave it to my nigga Ty to do some shit
My Uzi weigh a ton
Run up in a nigga crib with the fire you can light a blunt
Hollow tips in your belly, to [?] shit
my paper, neighbor, fly nigga, aviator
Walk out the crib, heated like a radiator
Bet I a nigga if he wanna die right now
Actin' like a recoverin' fiend, nigga, down
He was yesterday, he believe in Christ now
on you, no mouthwash, you in my sight now
If I get a call from Slay, somebody dyin'
Like 9-7, you hard pressed, get the
Yo Slay fuck these dawg

You can lose your if you a jealous nigga
up [?] jealous niggas
Me bitch better, me whip
Me shine, me wrist blow
You can your life

Nigga be on some real Compton shit, nigga be out in New doing whatever the fuck he wanna do. I'm just a thorough nigga, five borough nigga, project nigga from the Westside of Compton, you know what it is. L.A., that's my shit, New York
(You can your life)