Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy (nas Diss)

(Verse 1:)
Broke niggas still starvin 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 braggin clothes
Nigga wanna be Farrakhan, i stop you from eatin' Ramadan
This lyrical Columbine, I'ma be fuckin' bitch on Valentine's
Now it's missiles sent, for lyin' bout dividends
Got you scared to drop like prisoners
You pay your rent so you mad at the unit (haha)
Til I put the steel in the middle of ya grill a toothpick
You want the so die slow
You more emotional 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 make ya mind
And it's there's nowhere to hide so

It's the Unit til the of me
All this just brings out the best in me
brings jealousy
But jealousy brings

So you'll be deaded right along with
And my spiked like a tennis cleat
None of you rap niggas ever limit me
I got the agenda of a winner, I'm what u to be
this your burial, leakin through the stereo
U can't afford a box of and I just spent 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 nuts Payday, I ain't a DJ but the K slays
My rhymes give a heat stroke
Mad at me cuz your gettin repo'd
Tryin to hit me is like Shaq hittin throws
And Banks stack a bunch of chips Pringles

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