Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate and I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just wander on it found me
You like, gossip found me, then why don't you try provin' it
How? You don't know how to 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 tipped like ya waitin' on a
Put a bag and an apron on the nigga

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

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

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

Think it
(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 of the biggest lion
I'm like fuck 'em all pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick, so sick, it's my shit is dyin'
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 livin' pion-eer, Zion

God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe the streets 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 the strings on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm twisted the strings 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 good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, I been sweet to you?

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

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

My flow is 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
Lost in or Jamaica where we be
Hard nigga, just takin' it easy
All about my paper, my paper like Eazy

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

I'm not dead I'm