Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

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

Catch me on the road, getting that
That's my brick when I move that next O
Drive the best whips, the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad bitch, her to my next show
[?] 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 to be a used-to
That little nigga, dem chicks drew to
Shit that I've been through send a nigga cuckoo
All bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to two food
bags, one scale and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like some dudes
The strip, darg, show you how to move food
Now it's big and leather
Tag a quick [?] weather
a G, everybody thinks they're clever
We don't give a fuck, expecting any better
on the rocks, brandy on the rocks
Nigga, watch 'em how you're 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 boss in this
Get your right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky never my ting
I get money, yeah, you that, king
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my
And these niggas hate on the ting
'em, they wasn't with us in the first place

Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu
you can run up on man? 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, I've got pussy stamped
Bitch wan' call up her man, I that pussy thanks
little party for man, I've got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the crack
Yeah, I went from flops to the jackpot
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
Look the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that never see
Call us them boys, a heavy D
And it seems
Our boppy 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 wanna copy my and they forgot the chief
Man's eating everyone's food, got the copper teeth

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