Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy (nas Diss)

(Verse 1:)
Broke still starvin 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 braggin clothes
Nigga wanna be Farrakhan, i you from eatin' like Ramadan
This Columbine, I'ma be fuckin' your 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 grill a toothpick
You want the so die slow
You more emotional than all my
I can see through a bitch nigga wit my eyes
So smoke this micro like hydro
nines or rhymes I'll make ya mind blow
And it's showtime nowhere to hide so

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

So you'll be right along with chivalry
And my bonds spiked like a tennis
None of you rap niggas ever limit me
I got the agenda of a winner, I'm u pretend to be
Consider this your burial, leakin the stereo
U can't afford a box of cereal and I spent a mil or two
You a dick rider cuz I spit til you retire
I'm a hustler, you a buyer, wit a
You was born broke and you gone 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
Tryin to hit me is Shaq hittin free throws
And Banks stack a bunch of like Pringles

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