Luyện nghe bài hát Envy

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

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

Me I chose the life of crime day one
13 years old trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still me

That's why, I listened to a thing he said
And I just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept
Promised one day everything would be alright

14 years old, mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car
Nothing but of cream on my mind
motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime

Everybody knew Joey represented
And if I told then I'd take your
Hey yo, I meant it the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake
And get your cap

Hey Joey, let's get this money
Brothas be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't nobody
Brothas they been

Yeah, momma never said life be so hard
Sometimes I myself alone just praying to God
Hoping that today be the last
I mean, just the day this kid I knew got blasted

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

Life's trife and you die
dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I an alibi
Juliani wants to see a fry

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

Blue eyes is on my back, intentions of arresting me
But they get the best of me
riches are my destiny

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

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

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

Momma at me now
Got a house in Long for my spouse and my child
D E L condos for impression hoes
No holes in my gibros

Strictly and clothes
Airwaves blasting my single
All up in the Club
Making Lucci I mingle

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

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

Big Joe, Bronx