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

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

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

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I on bews
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

When I up in my whip
Bitches wanna shit
I'm I'm glad and I'm styling
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
heads on the prowl
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
Better calm down for I your ass down
I my drums bass high
Has to be my snare horns and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy kizzy looky

ques
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

I don't go out my house
You just to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next
Just see who I am fucking 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 Park
Where they live life fast and they of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
Nobody paid him any
No one a shit
Knowing he rap
No one lifted a
So he went his business and devised a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
ten and a half gators
All around the world on the
Leaving the booth like Burberry cologne
Still chrome
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if on your mind
And you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and it's not from
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
to the right
Drop down turn around a bale of cotton

ques
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, straight up killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know we should do
We should go get her album 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 over here gossiping 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 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!