Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got Elliott coming 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 with three and a monkey
I can't stand the no way

When I walk up in the
I gotta even speak
I'm a bad goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these
Need to what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I brag I mostly boast
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 like
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk
I'm I'm glad and I'm styling
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
heads on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't getting
Better calm down for I your ass down
I my drums bass high
Has to be my strings horns and
I need my Tim
right,
kizzy looky here

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

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

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a in College Park
Where live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any
No one a shit
Knowing he rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the
50 sold
dollars a pop
Hold the
Three later
Steeped out the
With ten and a gators
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still riding
Got bitches in the
Never alone
And he's on the
Please let me if he's on your mind
And you'll give me
Ludacris I loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down around pick a bale of cotton

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

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit for real
I know I know, I 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, she go, there she
Heeeey

Hi
What's up
You think I knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here bout me?
Yo how you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You breasts, cow stomachs
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!