Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks

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

When I walk up in the
I ain't even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta me
How you these hoes
Need to what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't
I know poor ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt toast
Muthafuckas amigos
halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I boast
From the VA to the LA
Iffy kiffy oh

Musi
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

When I up in my whip
wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
Better calm for I smack your ass down
I my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
kizzy looky here

Musi
I sews on
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

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

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a time in College
they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one gave a
Knowing he rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and devised a
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 sold
dollars a pop
Hold the
Three years
Steeped out the
With ten and a half
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth like Burberry cologne
Still riding
Got bitches in the
home alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect give me
I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, to clear these rumors
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down around pick a bale of cotton

ques
I on bews
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 killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You what we should do
We should go get her album when it out
There she go, she go, there she
Misssy

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