Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

What's all the gossiping
know my style, I'm a boss in this ting
Get facts right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky never my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that,
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my
And these niggas wanna hate on the
Fuck 'em, they wasn't with us in the first

me on the road, getting that dough
That's my brick when I move that next O
the best whips, rock the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad bitch, her to my next show
[?] a bit of
Cut trees and I shovel up snow
Ain't say much, most these niggas know
If I make the phone call, a go, go, go
Cuh I to be a used-to
That little nigga, dem chicks abuse to
that I've been through would send a nigga cuckoo
All bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to two food
Couple bags, one and two Qs
Me and F hit the like some cool dudes
The strip, darg, I'll show you how to food
Now it's big whips and
Tag a quick chick [?]
a G, everybody thinks they're clever
We give a fuck, ain't expecting any better
Brandy on the rocks, on the rocks
Nigga, 'em how you're talking to a boss
I can a hit, I can take a loss
But I can't take these fuckboys acting they're us

What's all the ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a boss in this
Get your facts right, act right, don't act
Big Fekky never buss my
I get money, yeah, you that, king
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my
And these niggas hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they wasn't with us in the first

Big and Mr Bu Bu Bang
Think you can run up on I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like whole of man that's got that Buju Ban'
like put it on man, I want that footage, man
Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy
Bitch, palm of my hand, got that pussy stamped
Bitch wan' up her man, I give that pussy thanks
Quick little party for man, got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the spots
Yeah, I went from flops to the jackpot
I went from dat to the Ascot
They call me Rap Dan, I'm the
I put the blap in the rucksack
Then put the in the stash spot
Look the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that never see
us them boys, a nigga heavy D
And it already
Our street as shit, and I'm already beans
Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the
shit, boppity bip, I get 'em proper cheap
Fakes copy my shit and they forgot the chief
Man's eating food, I've got the copper teeth

What's all the gossiping
Niggas my style, I'm a boss in this ting
Get facts right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky never my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that,
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these wanna hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they wasn't with us in the place