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 Elliott she a lot of weight
Girl I she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit three zebras and a monkey
I stand the bitch no way

I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta me
How you these hoes
Need to talk you know
And stop talking bout who I'm and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up
Step to me get burnt like
adios amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't brag I boast
From the VA to the LA
kiffy izzy oh

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

I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna shit
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you getting loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
kizzy looky here

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

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

Yeah, uh huh,
upon a time in College Park
Where they live 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 lifted a
So he went about his business and a plan
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
With ten and a gators
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like cologne
Still chrome
Got in the kitchen
Never home
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect you'll me
Ludacris I live loud just like
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and it's not from
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
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 always
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

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

Hi
up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli
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 those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!