Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

Lil bad ass
Big Head, Webbie, Trill
grills you bastards!
You know why you ain't got what I
Why you ain't our knots
Cuz you ain't chasin' out here like Lil Boosie an pop
They gon be a lota dead for the foolishness stop
I'ma introduce you pussy niggaz to these ruper's an
I turned a block into the block now these niggaz me
I'm chargin' niggaz pieces just to cook up they weight
You got that iron I got that they ain't stop makin' no guns
We got M1's tommy an them 100 round drums
An I ain't givin' a nigga
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 like you huh?
Saw da hoe then the hoe
Now ask that lil 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 your damn brain, closed an duct taped an nigga that's on everything
They when that fedy came, now I'm on at money train, it's golden child an Tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane
Fareal nigga, who it is, it's child tommy chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane

(Handle)

Look,
I'm in real life nigga ask the slums
I was raised by the an scrutinized by bums
I got down in the mud spilled blood for
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 field an got by the sun
When the hit the block, I was taught to run
When the hit the streets I'ma spark the gun
I live the 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 security wantin' ta play
Big Head don't give a about none of that mane
Just thank one of y'all niggaz if it come ta 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 ain't worried you niggaz
a soulja fareala
I ain't bout your pistols
You won't stop Webbie riches an nigga handle business
Man these lil trippin'
Mad at my
I'm 500 hundred an bitch BET how I'm livin'
all on these bitches
Flat screens all on the
(Missing word) all in my an dosha all in my feelin'
You can cross me lil partner I'll ya strait out your misery
Say mane, fuck my fame I'll knock your brains out the
ya hatin' I'm gettin'
Super from my mistress
Nigga stuck in the I'm fina blow past fifty
niggaz jealous of me
I know one thing you ain't
call ya fellas for me
You know one bout Webbie
Webbie be for
Ole ass niggaz
I know ass niggaz jealous nigga

(HANDLE)

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