Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate gossip and I don't 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 don't you try it
How? You 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 emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped 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 have to me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear championship belt so tight

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

And my flow is rare, these rappers nice
These other bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm more bright, I give the game sight
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 realize what I am and start
Legitimate, I got the of the biggest lion
I'm like fuck 'em all pull out my dick and ride it

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

God, not them
Steer my Coupe through the streets of the boot and soowoop
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I leave a blood
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now 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 feel your pop stole me a bus pass
So in possession, ah ah, I must ask

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

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

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

My is like pasta
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
in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just takin' it
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 check nigga your props
And it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm