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

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy coming through
Girl is missy 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 bitch got hit with zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the no way

When I walk up in the
I ain't gotta speak
I'm a bad goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying hoes
to talk what you know
And talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up
Step to me get burnt toast
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
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its like
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

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

Musi
I sews on
I a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its like
Its all
Its always
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 next week
Just see who I am fucking boy
some coke
I know by the I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and scared of dark
There was a nigga by the name of Cris
paid him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
With ten and a half
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like cologne
Still chrome
Got bitches in the
home alone
And on the grind
let me know if he's on your mind
And respect give me
Ludacris I live just like Timmy
Fuck, have to these rumors
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 down around pick a bale of cotton

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

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

Hi
What's up
You think I aint knowin yall broke Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint here 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 baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the party
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!