Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks

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

I walk up in the piece
I ain't even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't like me
How you studying hoes
to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and jus mad it ain't yours
I know poor ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt toast
Muthafuckas adios
Halves halves wholes
I don't brag I mostly
From the VA to the LA
kiffy izzy oh

Musi
I on bews
I a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My
Pous ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its always
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 muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't getting
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my bass high
Has to be my strings horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy looky here

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

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

Yeah, uh huh,
upon a time in College Park
Where live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a nigga by the name of Cris
paid him any mind
No one gave a
Knowing he rap
No one a hand
So he went his business and devised a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 sold
dollars a pop
Hold the
Three later
out the swamp
With ten and a half
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the smelling like Burberry cologne
Still chrome
Got in the kitchen
Never home
And on the grind
Please let me if he's on your mind
And you'll give me
Ludacris I live just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and it's not tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn pick a bale of cotton

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

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

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