Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix)

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy coming through
Girl that is Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and fucking with Trina
I heard the got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I stand the bitch no way

I walk up in the piece
I gotta even speak
I'm a bad goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying hoes
Need to talk 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 like toast
Muthafuckas adios
Halves halves wholes
I don't I mostly boast
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 like
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a
heads on the prowl
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my strings horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
kizzy looky here

Musi
I on bews
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 that week
Just see who I am fucking boy
some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of
There was a little by the name of Cris
paid him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his and devised a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
Hold the
Three years
Steeped out the
ten and a half gators
All the world on the microphone
the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding
Got bitches in the
Never alone
And he's on the
let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll me
Ludacris I live loud 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 sucked
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down turn pick a bale of cotton

ques
I sews on
I a twos 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 shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being by Michael Jackson
You what we should do
We go get her album when it comes out
There she go, she go, there she
Heeeey

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