Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy (nas Diss)

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

It's the Unit til the of me
All this hatin just brings out the in me
Success brings
But brings weaponry

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

(2x)
It's the Unit til the of me
All hatin just brings out the best in me
Success jealousy
But jealousy weaponry