Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

Lil bad ass
Big Head, Webbie, Trill
grills you bastards!
You know why you ain't got I got?
Why you flashin' our knots
Cuz you ain't paper out here like Lil Boosie an pop
They gon be a lota niggaz dead for the foolishness
I'ma you pussy niggaz to these ruper's an glocks
I turned a into the block now these niggaz want 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 guns an 100 round drums
An I ain't givin' a nigga
I don't owe a shit, everything I sold I paid for from x pills ta bitch
But you gon set trip this huh? act like you sick huh?
Saw da hoe slaughtered the hoe
Now ask that lil now
Bout Boosie, doubt you can getcha house shooted
Terrorize like some junkie in da south movie
How we beat our name, I'll your 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 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 addicts an by bums
I got down in the mud blood for crumbs
I know how to survive an it how it comes
I got it the hard way, don't shit about fun
I cut my gut in the field an got by the sun
the cops hit the block, I was taught to run
When the beef hit the I'ma spark the gun
I live the way
I came a way
You jealous of the 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 fuck none of that mane
Just thank one of y'all niggaz if it come ta that
(LINE HERE)
We big dogs nigga nationwide Big Heads the doctor baby uptown southside

(HANDLE)

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

(HANDLE)

Since I was small I was hard headed, but I it
An bit my tounge, bitch if I said then I said it
An keep that thing off of safety so I'm ready
All you jealous ass niggaz I'll make you get the message
My (word missing) Nike's be crisp
Them boys be piss
Fuck nigga Foxx when I see him oh we gon fist fight
Know you got me bent but that choppa make em get
I'ma small nigga I ain't got time for all them rights
(Missing word) To the stomach I he gon shit white
My condolences to his 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 an all my cash grow
wanna sit at my funeral but on the last row
If I let a punk nigga kill me I be a
So I keep at real close, real close nigga jealousy