Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get 'em
Stop, analyzin'
You should 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 like my shit is
It a lot in my city, because my city's cryin'
my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that
I am a pion-eer, near Zion

God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the of the boot and soowoop
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I leave a blood
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 twisted like the 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)
me, haven't I been sweet to you?

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

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

My flow is pasta
it and eat it
But I'm need g's
If I'm the zeedy

You niggas beef?
I a steak and uh, we be
Lost in or Jamaica where we be
Hard nigga, just takin' it easy
All my paper, 'bout 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 nigga fuck your props
And it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not I'm alive