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

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming
Girl is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I she eats 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 three zebras and a
I can't the bitch no way

When I up in the piece
I gotta even 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 poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus up clothes
Step to me get like toast
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't brag I 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 talk shit
I'm I'm glad 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 like a
Chicken heads on the
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
Better calm down for I smack ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my strings horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy kizzy 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 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 some
I know by the time I this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once a time in College Park
Where they life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
Nobody him any mind
No one a shit
Knowing he rap
No one a hand
So he went his business and devised a plan
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 on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still chrome
Got in the kitchen
Never alone
And he's on the
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect give me
Ludacris I live loud just like
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
to the core
Core to the
down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Musi
I on bews
I pues a 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 care about her being preganant by Jackson
You know what we do
We go get her album when it comes out
There she go, she go, there she
Misssy

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