Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip

I hate gossip and I don't around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just on till it found me
You know like, gossip found me, why don't you try provin' it
How? You know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

Stop, hatin' on a that is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an 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 title
But I'm gone wear that championship so tight

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

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

it over
(Think it over)
Ooh, think it
(Think it baby, baby)

Get 'em
Stop, criticizin'
You realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the of the biggest lion
I'm confident like fuck 'em all out my dick and ride it

My sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, because my cryin'
Because my city's still I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, near

God, not them
Steer my Coupe through the streets of the boot and soowoop
And, then I blood in a boot, I leave a blood bath
Sorry a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?

I'm twisted like the on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm twisted the strings on a boot
Now at New at

I feel your pop me like a bus pass
So in possession, ah ah, I must ask

Hey, I been good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, I been sweet to you?

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

Just leave you dead like the mink my sink
believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from
And it to greedy

My flow is pasta
it and eat it
But I'm gone g's
If I'm bakin' the

You want beef?
I want a and uh, we be
in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper Eazy

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

I'm not dead I'm