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

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

I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't like me
How you these hoes
Need to what you know
And talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up
Step to me get burnt toast
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't brag I boast
From the VA to the LA
Iffy kiffy oh

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

I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna shit
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass
I need my drums bass
Has to be my strings horns and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy kizzy here

ques
I on bews
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

I go out my house shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next
wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a time in College
they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
paid him any mind
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 later
Steeped out the
With ten and a gators
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
riding chrome
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And he's on the
let me know if he's on your mind
And you'll give me
I live 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 sucked
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
to the core
Core to the
Drop turn around pick a bale of cotton

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

Yo, up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being by Michael Jackson
You know 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 broke Vanilli
Jay Jay fan aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights 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!