Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate gossip and I don't around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just on till it found me
You know like, gossip found me, why don't you try provin' it
You don't know how to prove 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 weak emotion, the of a nigga
And you can get like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on the

I my all behind 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 to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like to fuckin' pull

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel your pop 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 sweet to you?

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

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

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

You want beef?
I a steak 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 rappers? Why do
Lie to fans, lie to rappers, lot of
Lie actin', cut the mothafuckin' cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck props
And it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not I'm alive