Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

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

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

I give my all the mic
But you never see, if you sit behind the light
You have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drag my name the mud
I come out clean cast away
I even blink
A gun is not a problem
I even think

Just leave you dead like the mink under my
Don't believe in me, don't me
I've graduated from
And made it to

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

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

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

I'm not dead I'm