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 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 stand the bitch no way

When I up in the piece
I ain't even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't 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 know ya'll ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get like toast
Muthafuckas adios
halves wholes wholes
I brag I mostly boast
the VA to the LA coast
Iffy izzy oh

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I on bews
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

When I pull up in my
Bitches wanna shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a
heads on the prowl
Who you trying now
Naw you getting loud
Better calm for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy kizzy looky

Musi
I sews on
I pues a 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 shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then that next week
Just wanna see who I am boy
some coke
I know by the time I this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
upon a time in College Park
Where they live fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and devised a
a CD and then he hit the block
50 sold
Seven a pop
the phone
Three years
Steeped out the
ten and a half gators
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still riding
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And he's on the
Please let me if he's on your mind
And you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud like Timmy
Fuck, to clear these rumors
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
to the right
Drop turn around pick a bale of cotton

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

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

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