Luyện nghe bài hát Jealousy (nas Diss)

(Verse 1:)
Broke niggas still starvin I'm still caked up
I done handled mo' ice Jacob, your bank is vacant
You ain't even got cable and braggin bout
Niggas rockin labels and braggin bout clothes
Nigga wanna be Farrakhan, i stop you eatin' like Ramadan
This lyrical Columbine, be fuckin' your bitch on Valentine's
Now missiles sent, for lyin' bout your dividends
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 middle of ya grill a toothpick
You the limelight so die slow
You more emotional all my ho's
I can see a bitch nigga wit my eyes closed
So I'ma smoke this micro like
Whether nines or rhymes I'll ya mind blow
And showtime there's nowhere to hide so

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

So you'll be deaded right 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, through the stereo
U can't afford a box of and I just spent a mil or two
You a dick rider cuz I fire til you retire
I'm a hustler, you a buyer, wit a
You was born broke and you gone the same way
My nuts like Payday, I ain't a DJ but the K slays
My rhymes give Satan a heat
Mad at me cuz your whip repo'd
Tryin to hit me is like hittin free throws
And stack a bunch of chips like Pringles

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