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 heard she one cracker a day
Oh well I the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a
I can't the bitch no way

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

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

When I up in my whip
Bitches talk shit
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm gripping these
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
Chicken heads on the
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't loud
Better down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy kizzy here

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

I don't go out my house
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then that next week
Just wanna see who I am boy
some coke
I by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once a time in College Park
they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little by the name of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went about his and devised a plan
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
the phone
Three later
Steeped out the
ten and a half gators
All around the world on the
Leaving the booth like Burberry cologne
Still chrome
Got bitches in the
home alone
And he's on the
Please let me know if he's on your
And you'll give me
I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to these rumors
I got a and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn pick a bale of cotton

ques
I sews on
I a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My
Pous ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

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

Hi
What's up
You I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so 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!