Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy (nas Diss)

(Verse 1:)
Broke niggas still starvin I'm still caked up
I handled mo' ice than Jacob, your bank is vacant
You ain't got cable and braggin bout dough
Niggas rockin fake labels and braggin bout
Nigga wanna be Farrakhan, i stop you eatin' like Ramadan
This lyrical Columbine, I'ma be fuckin' bitch on Valentine's
Now it's missiles sent, for lyin' bout your
Got you scared to drop bars like
You can't pay your so you mad at the unit (haha)
Til I put the steel in the middle of ya like a toothpick
You want the so die slow
You emotional than all my ho's
I can see through a nigga wit my eyes closed
So smoke this micro like hydro
Whether nines or rhymes I'll ya mind blow
And it's showtime there's to hide so

It's the til the death of me
All this hatin just brings out the in me
brings jealousy
But jealousy brings

So you'll be deaded along with chivalry
And my bonds spiked like a cleat
None of you rap could ever limit me
I got the agenda of a winner, I'm what u to be
Consider this your burial, leakin the stereo
U can't afford a box of and I just spent a mil or two
You a dick rider cuz I spit fire til you
I'm a hustler, you a buyer, wit a
You was broke and you gone leave the same way
My bars nuts like Payday, I a DJ but the K slays
My rhymes Satan a heat stroke
Mad at me cuz whip gettin repo'd
Tryin to hit me is like hittin free throws
And stack a bunch of chips like Pringles

(2x)
It's the til the death of me
All this hatin brings out the best in me
brings jealousy
But jealousy brings