Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate gossip and I don't walk around lookin' for it, you
But yesterday it seemed to just wander on it found me
You know like, gossip found me, why don't you try provin' it
How? You don't know how to it?
Well, what would you do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a
Put a body bag and an apron on the

I my all behind the mic
But you never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so

And if I'm wrong, is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is no
I'm to be polite
But you bitches in my like to fuckin' pull lice

And my flow is rare, these rappers nice
These rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm more bright, I give the game sight
So you dim the light you just might, might wanna

it over
(Think it over)
Ooh, think it
(Think it baby, baby)

Get 'em
Stop, criticizin'
You realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the lion
I'm confident like fuck 'em all pull out my and ride it

My flow sick, so sick, it's my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, my city's cryin'
Because my city's still I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, near

Fear God, not
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot and
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I a blood bath
there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?

I'm twisted like the on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm like the strings on a boot
Now at New at

I your pop stole me like a bus pass
So in possession, ah ah, I must ask

Hey, haven't I been to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been to you?

Drag my through the mud
I come out clean away stones
I won't blink
A gun is not a problem
I even think

Just leave you dead like the mink my sink
Don't in me, don't believe me
I've from hungry
And it to greedy

My flow is like
it and eat it
But I'm gone g's
If I'm bakin' the

You niggas want
I want a and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or where we be
body nigga, just takin' it easy
All about my paper, my paper like Eazy

Why do Why do rappers?
Lie to fans, lie to rappers, lot of
Lie like actin', cut the cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck props
And it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm