Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

What's all the gossiping
Niggas know my style, I'm a in this ting
Get facts right, act right, don't act like
Big never buss my ting
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 place

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

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

Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu
Think you can run up on I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched whole leap of man that's got that Buju Ban'
Switch like put it on man, I that footage, man
Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got pissy pants
Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got pussy stamped
Bitch wan' call up her man, I give pussy thanks
Quick little party for man, I've got that pussy
Ooh, MAC to the crack spots
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 what the cat dragged, the cat got
We're cooking crack in the crackpot
All of the that niggas never see
Call us them boys, a heavy D
And it already
Our street boppy as shit, and I'm beans
Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the
shit, boppity bip, I get 'em proper cheap
Fakes wanna copy my shit and they the chief
eating everyone's food, I've got the copper teeth

What's all the gossiping
Niggas know my style, I'm a 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 niggas wanna hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, wasn't with us in the first place