Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy

[b.g. out]
Well it's 95 and I'm on the scene
Now everybody wanna be on a niggas
I blew up out the
flava in your ear
Rockin
Knockin
(party over here!)
But the scenes
all what it seems
Motherfuckers run
it comes to the greens
So by any
I got to do what is
If I become legendary
In this my name is the b.g.
Playin with the boys o-u-t
still down wit eazy
But now I'm wit my big bro
Bouncin' in my
we was put in the twist but ya didn't know
That I was
And bitches jockin
The baby gangsta from
'cause they know it's on and
Nigga this is for you blind who
Fillin pockets and
you and yo' jealousy
'cause niggas talkin' the shit about me rappin'
Talk behind my back but don't really what's happenin'
Poppin' at the lips but really sayin nothin'
Mad I got up, got out, got somethin'

(chorus 2x)

Why all these people on sweatin' me
yeah

[gangsta
I'm if do
I'm damned if
No I got a lot
What I got want
That's the in the hood
It's a
can't see anotha nigga havin' shit
I get rich
And have chips
To my man out
But niggas say I'm
I don't be givin handouts
Nigga you'se a grown man you better learn hustlin
But you wanna hold and walk through the strugglin
Now nigga please, money didn't never on trees
If it did you'd see the d-r-e leaves
So up
That is just a dream and your trippin
That's why I keep my heat on the seat I'm dippin
'cause like you and the rest of them fools
Be on my crew now your droppin by two's
I hit the and I see ya strictly as the enemy
(but dre was the homey)
Well better him then me
Niggas always that shit about me rappin
Talk behind my back but don't really know what's
Poppin at the lips but ain't really nothin
Mad 'cause I got up, got out, got

(chorus 2x)

(gangsta dresta)
See look the homies don't be realizin shit like this
Been broke all my ain't nobody gave me shit
Workin like a motherfucker sweat and tears
heard from my peers when I served all them years
But no was lost when you was out rollin' big time
Now I wish you playa hatin niggas let me get mine
like a bitch but that bullshit is old style
Nigga I ain't got but a low profile

(b.g. knockout)
Ain't a like the k.o?
I a 5 point 0
Occasionally I go dippin in the
I it's a trip and niggas can't understand it
How a rollin when I used to be stranded
it feels good to be a hustler
Now it's time to separate the from the bustas
I gotta because games I don't play none
one thing I won't do
(what's )
Forget I came from
'cause niggas always talkin that shit about me
Talk behind my back but don't know what's happenin
at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin
Mad 'cause I got up, got out, got

(chorus 4x)