Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

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

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

all the gossiping ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a in this ting
Get your facts right, act right, act like
Big Fekky buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that,
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these niggas hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, wasn't with us in the first place

Big and Mr Bu Bu Bang
you can run up on man? I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like leap of man that's got that Buju Ban'
like put it on man, I want that footage, man
Bitch like and Pam, they got their pissy pants
Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got that stamped
Bitch wan' call up her man, I give that pussy
Quick party for man, I've got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC to the crack spots
Yeah, I went from cash flops to the
I from dat block to the Ascot
call me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap in the rucksack
Then put the in the stash spot
what the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that niggas see
Call us boys, a nigga heavy D
And it seems
Our street boppy as shit, and I'm already
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 everyone's food, I've got the teeth

all the gossiping ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a boss in 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 hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they with us in the first place