Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of
I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with zebras and a monkey
I can't the bitch no way

When I up in the piece
I gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these
Need to talk you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get like toast
adios amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA
Iffy kiffy oh

Musi
I on bews
I pues a on que zat
Pue zoo
My
Pous ay zee
Its all
Its like
Its all
Its like
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

When I up in my whip
Bitches talk shit
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm gripping curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you getting loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy kizzy here

ques
I on bews
I a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its like
Its all
Its like
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I don't go out my shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that week
Just wanna see who I am boy
some coke
I know by the time I finish line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a in College Park
Where they live life fast and scared of dark
There was a nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
Hold the
Three years
out the swamp
With ten and a half
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still riding
Got in the kitchen
Never alone
And he's on the
Please let me know if on your mind
And respect you'll me
Ludacris I live loud like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear rumors
I got a headache and it's not from
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down turn around pick a of cotton

ques
I sews on
I pues a on que zat
Pue zoo
My
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its like
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for
I I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know we should do
We should go get her album it comes out
There she go, there she go, she
Misssy

Hi
What's up
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow
Yo take those baby GAP off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!