Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

Lil bad ass
Big Head, Webbie, Trill
grills you bastards!
You know why you got what I got?
Why you flashin' our knots
Cuz you ain't paper chasin' out here Lil Boosie an pop
gon be a lota niggaz dead for the foolishness stop
I'ma introduce you niggaz to these ruper's an glocks
I turned a block into the block now these want me
I'm chargin' niggaz nine just to cook up they weight
You got that I got that iron they 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 huh? act like you sick huh?
Saw da hoe then the hoe
Now ask that lil now
Bout Boosie, doubt you can getcha house shooted
Terrorize nigga like some junkie in da movie
How we beat our name, I'll bust your brain, closed caged 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 golden child chain at nigga wit the choppa's mane

(Handle)

Look,
I'm thuggin' in real life 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, don't know about fun
I cut my gut in the field an got by the sun
When the cops hit the block, I was to run
When the beef hit the streets spark the gun
I the wrong way
I a long way
You jealous of the wrong nigga on the day
Big Boosie an gotta hit ya self the strong way
watch whatcha say gonna have security wantin' ta play
Big Head don't give a fuck about of that mane
thank one of y'all niggaz if it come ta that mane
(LINE HERE)
We big dogs nationwide Big Heads the dome doctor baby uptown southside

(HANDLE)

I'm the latest ta
On a for millions
I got of bitches
I ain't worried you niggaz
a soulja fareala
I worried bout your pistols
You won't stop Webbie an nigga handle your business
Man these lil niggaz
Mad at my
I'm 500 hundred 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 knock ya out your misery
Say mane, my fame I'll knock your brains out the city
While ya hatin' I'm
Super brains my mistress
Nigga stuck in the gutter I'm fina blow fifty
niggaz jealous of me
I know one you ain't ready
Best ya fellas for me
You know one thing bout
be ready for
Ole pussy ass
I bitch ass niggaz jealous nigga

(HANDLE)

I was small I was hard headed, but I regret it
An never bit my tounge, bitch if I said I said it
An keep that thing loaded off of safety so I'm
All you jealous ass niggaz I'll make you get the message
My (word missing) Nike's be white
boys be piss light
Fuck nigga Foxx when I see him oh we gon fist fight
Know you got me bent but choppa make em get right
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 was his knife
Niggaz my money, my life, an all my bad hoes
Niggaz ain't the only one's they got some mad hoes
(MISSING WORDS) My gun hand an all my cash grow
Niggaz sit at my funeral but on the last row
If I let a nigga kill me I be a asshole
So I keep at iron real close, real close nigga