Luyện nghe bài hát Envy

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

I remember we used to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects used to be
was wilin' others was cool
Some hit the island some fools

Me I the life of crime since day one
13 years old trying to cop a gun
I never why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo still mistreat me

That's why, I never listened to a he said
And I wasn't just mad when I to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma kept tight
that one day everything would be alright

14 years old, mad classes
Puffing on a bone, car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my
Shook on the block droppin' dime

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

Hey Joey, let's just get this
Brothas just be
Hey Joey, you trust nobody
Brothas they triflin'

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

Say word, word, it over no cash
It was over some who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, we lost him big
If he was a real nigga, then he have got did

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

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

Blue eyes is on my back, with of arresting me
But they won't get the of me
'Cause riches are my

Hey Joey, let's get this money
just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you trust nobody
Brothas they been

No one me to blow like this
was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ?
Jeeps creepin' through the streets

Catching the eye of big booty cheek freak
rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the
The for protection

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

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

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

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

Big Joe, Bronx