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 flashin' our knots
Cuz you ain't paper chasin' out here like Lil an pop
They gon be a lota dead for the foolishness stop
I'ma introduce you pussy niggaz to these an glocks
I turned a block the block now these niggaz want me
I'm chargin' nine pieces just to cook up they weight
You got that iron I got iron they ain't stop makin' no guns
We got M1's guns an them 100 round drums
An I givin' a nigga nothin'
I don't owe a nigga shit, everything I I paid for from x pills ta bitch
But you gon set trip this shit huh? act like you 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 damn brain, closed caged an duct an nigga that's on everything
They hated when 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 golden child chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane

(Handle)

Look,
I'm thuggin' in 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 an except it how it comes
I got it the hard way, don't know about fun
I cut my gut in the an got scorched by the sun
the cops hit the block, I was taught to run
When the hit the streets I'ma spark the gun
I the wrong way
I a long way
You of the wrong nigga 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
thank one of y'all niggaz if it come ta that mane
(LINE HERE)
We big dogs nigga Big Heads the dome doctor baby uptown southside

(HANDLE)

I'm the latest ta
On a for millions
I got bundles of
I worried bout you niggaz
a soulja fareala
I ain't worried bout your
You won't stop Webbie riches an nigga handle business
Man these lil niggaz
Mad at my
I'm 500 hundred degrees an BET how I'm livin'
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 partner knock ya strait out your misery
Say mane, fuck my fame I'll knock brains out the city
While ya hatin' I'm
Super brains from my
Nigga stuck in the gutter I'm blow past fifty
These jealous of me
I one thing you ain't ready
call ya fellas for me
You know one thing bout
Webbie be for
Ole ass niggaz
I know ass niggaz jealous nigga

(HANDLE)

Since I was small I was headed, but I regret 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 sure you get the message
My (word missing) be crisp white
Them be piss light
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 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 hand cocked an all my cash
Niggaz sit at my funeral but on the last row
If I let a punk kill me I be a asshole
So I keep at real close, real close nigga jealousy