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 missy she lost a lot of weight
Girl I she eats one cracker a day
Oh I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three and a monkey
I can't stand the no way

I walk up in the piece
I gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta me
How you studying these
Need to what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and jus mad it ain't yours
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus up clothes
to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios
Halves wholes wholes
I brag I mostly boast
the VA to the LA coast
Iffy izzy oh

Musi
I sews on
I pues a 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 eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a
Chicken heads on the
Who you fuck now
Naw you getting loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass
Has to be my snare horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy kizzy looky

ques
I sews on
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

I don't go out my house
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report next week
Just wanna see who I am boy
Sniffing coke
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
Where they live fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
Nobody him any mind
No one a shit
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went his business and devised a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
Three later
Steeped out the
With ten and a half
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth like Burberry cologne
Still riding
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect you'll me
I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, to clear these rumors
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
Sprayed so I let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
to the right
Drop down turn pick a bale of cotton

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

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

Hi
up fools?
You think I aint knowin broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow
Yo take those baby GAP off, too
You mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!