Luyện nghe bài hát Envy

Yo, this is going out to all my peeps locked
Charlie rock LD all my who passed away, yeah

I remember we used to chill on a hill
Forest Projects used to be Godsville
Brothers was wilin' others was
Some hit the island some smoked

Me I the life of crime since day one
13 years old already to cop a gun
I never understood why my would beat me
No what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me

why, I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes tight
Promised that one day everything be alright

14 old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, car glasses
but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block dime

knew Joey Crack represented
And if I then I'd take your life
Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it
When you deal with the real fake
And get your cap

Hey Joey, let's just get money
Brothas be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust
Brothas been triflin'

Yeah, momma never said would be so hard
Sometimes I find myself alone just to God
Hoping today won't be the last
I mean, just the other day this kid I got blasted

Say word, word, it wasn't over no
It was some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we him big
If he was a real nigga, he wouldn't have got did

Life's trife and you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the of another guy
That's why I keeps an
wants to see a brother fry

So I maintain to keep my peace focused
Keep the gat in 'case a nigga wanna smoke this
are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get

Blue eyes is on my back, with intentions of me
But won't get the best of me
'Cause are my destiny

Hey Joey, just get this money
Brothas just be
Hey Joey, you can't trust
Brothas been triflin'

No one expected me to like this
What was once me downs
Is now the of ? Atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the

Catching the eye of every big booty cheek
Daten rims so shiny you can see reflection
Green plush interior, the seat
The for protection

Momma at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my
D E L for first impression hoes
No more in my gibros

Strictly and clothes
Airwaves my latest single
All up in the Mecca
Making Lucci I mingle

jewels in the face of past enemies
Eat heart out son, you never was a friend to me

Hey Joey, just get this money
Brothas just be
Hey Joey, you can't nobody
Brothas they triflin'

Big Joe, South