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 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 with three and a monkey
I can't the bitch no way

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

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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

When I pull up in my
wanna talk shit
I'm I'm glad and I'm styling
in muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly like a
Chicken on the prowl
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
calm down for I smack your ass down
I my drums bass high
Has to be my snare horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
kizzy looky here

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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

I go out my house shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the and then report that next week
Just see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some
I know by the time I finish line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once a time in College Park
Where live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the of Cris
Nobody paid him any
No one a shit
Knowing he rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and devised a
Made a CD and then he hit the
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
Three years
out the swamp
With ten and a half
All around the world on the
the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding
Got bitches in the
Never home
And on the grind
let me know if he's on your mind
And respect give me
Ludacris I live loud like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
to the right
Drop down around pick a bale of cotton

ques
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 even about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You what we should do
We should go get her when it comes out
she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey

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