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

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy Elliott 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 bitch got hit three zebras and a monkey
I can't the bitch no way

When I walk up in the
I ain't gotta speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these
Need to talk you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't
I know ya'll poor ya'll
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get like toast
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I brag I mostly boast
the VA to the LA coast
Iffy izzy oh

Musi
I on bews
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

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

Musi
I sews on
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 don't go out my house
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and report that next week
wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing coke
I know by the I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
Nobody him any mind
No one a shit
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his business and devised a
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
With ten and a gators
All around the world on the
Leaving the booth smelling Burberry cologne
riding chrome
Got in the kitchen
Never alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect give me
I live loud just 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 let the bed bugs bight
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn around pick a bale of

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

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

Hi
up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over 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 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!