Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

Lil bad ass
Big Head, Webbie, Trill
grills you bastards!
You why you ain't got what I got?
Why you ain't flashin' our
Cuz you ain't paper chasin' out here Lil Boosie an pop
They gon be a lota dead for the foolishness stop
introduce you pussy niggaz to these ruper's an glocks
I turned a block into the block now these want me
I'm chargin' niggaz pieces just to cook up they weight
You got that iron I got that iron they stop makin' no guns
We got M1's tommy guns an them 100 round
An I ain't givin' a nigga
I don't owe a nigga shit, everything I sold I paid for 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 you can getcha house shooted
Terrorize nigga like junkie in da south movie
How we beat our name, I'll bust damn 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, it's golden an Tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane
Fareal nigga, who it is, it's golden child tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's

(Handle)

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

(HANDLE)

I'm the ta Trillis
On a mission for
I got bundles of
I worried bout you niggaz
I'ma a soulja
I ain't worried your pistols
You stop Webbie riches an nigga handle your business
Man these lil trippin'
Mad at my
I'm 500 degrees an bitch BET how I'm livin'
all on these bitches
Flat all on the ceilin'
(Missing word) all in my bottle an all in my feelin'
You can cross me lil partner I'll ya strait out your misery
Say mane, fuck my fame knock your brains out the city
ya hatin' I'm gettin'
Super brains my mistress
Nigga stuck in the gutter I'm fina past fifty
These niggaz of me
I know one thing you ain't
call ya fellas for me
You know one bout Webbie
Webbie be for
Ole pussy ass
I know bitch ass jealous nigga

(HANDLE)

Since I was small I was hard headed, but I it
An never bit my tounge, bitch if I said then I it
An keep that thing loaded off of safety so I'm
All you jealous ass niggaz make sure you get the message
My (word missing) Nike's be crisp
Them boys be light
that nigga Foxx when I see him oh we gon fist fight
Know you got me but that 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 condolences to his family but that was his
Niggaz want my money, my life, an all my bad
Niggaz ain't the one's jealous they got some mad hoes
(MISSING WORDS) My gun cocked an all my cash grow
Niggaz wanna sit at my funeral but on the row
If I let a nigga kill me I be a asshole
So I at iron real close, real close nigga jealousy