Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate gossip and I don't around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to 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 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 of a nigga
And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a
Put a body bag and an on the nigga

I give my all the mic
But you could never see, if you sit the light
You have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm wear that 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' pull

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

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

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

I'm twisted 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)
Tell me, haven't I sweet to you?

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

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

My flow is pasta
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 or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my like Eazy

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

I'm not dead I'm