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

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of
Girl I heard she 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 zebras and a
I stand the bitch no way

When I up in the piece
I ain't gotta speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit you ain't gotta like me
How you these hoes
Need to talk you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't
I ya'll poor ya'll broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly
the VA to the LA coast
Iffy 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 always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm these 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 your ass
I need my bass high
Has to be my snare strings and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy looky here

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

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a in College Park
Where they live life fast and 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 about his and devised a plan
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 sold
dollars a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
With ten and a half
All around the on the microphone
the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still chrome
Got bitches in the
Never alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on mind
And respect you'll me
Ludacris I loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down turn around pick a bale of

Musi
I on bews
I pues a 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 Missy that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being by Michael Jackson
You know we should do
We should go get her album when it out
she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey

Hi
up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these for 20 cents so your lights wont 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!