Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

Lil bad ass
Big Head, Webbie, Entertainment
grills you bastards!
You know why you ain't got what I
Why you flashin' our knots
Cuz you ain't paper chasin' out like Lil Boosie an pop
They gon be a lota niggaz for the foolishness stop
I'ma introduce you niggaz to these ruper's an glocks
I a block into the block now these niggaz want me
I'm chargin' niggaz nine just to cook up they weight
You got that iron I got that iron ain't stop makin' no guns
We got tommy guns an them 100 round drums
An I givin' a nigga nothin'
I owe a nigga shit, everything I sold I paid for from x pills ta bitch
But you gon set trip this shit huh? act you sick huh?
Saw da hoe slaughtered the hoe
Now ask lil bitch now
Bout Boosie, doubt Boosie you can getcha house
Terrorize like some junkie in da south movie
How we beat our name, I'll bust your brain, closed caged an duct taped an nigga that's on everything
They hated when that fedy came, now I'm on at money train, golden child an Tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane
Fareal nigga, who it is, golden child tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane

(Handle)

Look,
I'm thuggin' in real life nigga ask the
I was raised by the an scrutinized by bums
I got down in the mud blood for crumbs
I know how to an except it how it comes
I got it the hard way, don't shit about fun
I cut my gut in the an got scorched by the sun
When the cops hit the block, I was to run
the beef hit the streets I'ma spark the gun
I live the way
I came a way
You of the wrong nigga on the wrong day
Big Boosie an gotta hit ya self the strong way
Best watch whatcha say gonna have security wantin' ta
Big Head don't give a about none of that mane
Just thank one of y'all niggaz if it ta that mane
(LINE HERE)
We big dogs nigga nationwide Big the dome doctor baby uptown southside

(HANDLE)

I'm the latest ta
On a for millions
I got of bitches
I ain't worried bout you
I'ma a fareala
I worried bout your pistols
You won't stop Webbie riches an nigga handle business
Man these lil trippin'
Mad at my
I'm 500 degrees an bitch BET how I'm livin'
Stuntin' all on these
screens all on the ceilin'
(Missing word) all in my an dosha all in my feelin'
You can me lil partner I'll knock ya strait out your misery
Say mane, my fame I'll knock your brains out the city
While ya hatin' I'm
brains from my mistress
Nigga in the gutter I'm fina blow past fifty
These jealous of me
I know one you ain't ready
Best ya fellas for me
You know one bout Webbie
Webbie be for
Ole ass niggaz
I know bitch ass jealous nigga

(HANDLE)

Since I was I was hard headed, but I regret it
An never bit my tounge, bitch if I said I said it
An keep thing loaded off of safety so I'm ready
All you jealous ass niggaz make sure you get the message
My (word missing) be crisp white
Them boys be light
Fuck that nigga Foxx when I see him oh we gon fight
Know you got me bent but choppa make em get right
small nigga I ain't got time for all them quick rights
(Missing word) To the stomach I guarantee he gon white
My to his family but that was his knife
want my money, my life, an all my bad hoes
Niggaz ain't the only one's jealous they got some mad
(MISSING WORDS) My gun hand cocked an all my grow
Niggaz sit at my funeral but on the last row
If I let a punk nigga kill me I be a
So I keep at iron real close, real nigga jealousy