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 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

When I walk up in the
I ain't gotta even
I'm a bad mamajama motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you these hoes
to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus up clothes
to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios
Halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly
From the VA to the LA
Iffy izzy oh

Musi
I sews on
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 these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm gripping these
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a
Chicken heads on the
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy looky here

Musi
I on bews
I pues a 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 next week
Just see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing coke
I know by the time I finish this I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a time in College
Where they live fast and they scared of dark
was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any
No one a shit
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 sold
Seven a pop
the phone
Three years
out the swamp
With ten and a gators
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still riding
Got in the kitchen
Never home
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect give me
Ludacris I live loud just Timmy
Fuck, have to these rumors
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down turn around a bale of cotton

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

Hi
What's up
You think I aint yall broke 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 soggy breasts, cow
Yo take those GAP shirts off, too
You mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!