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
I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a
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 gotta like me
How you studying these
Need to talk you know
And talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus up clothes
Step to me get like toast
adios amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't brag I boast
From the VA to the LA
kiffy izzy oh

ques
I on bews
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
Bitches wanna shit
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you getting loud
Better calm down for I your ass down
I need my bass high
Has to be my snare horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy kizzy here

Musi
I on bews
I pues a on que zat
Pue zoo
My
Pous ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its always
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 some
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the

Yeah, uh huh,
Once a time in College Park
Where live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any
No one a shit
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and devised a
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
Hold the
Three later
out the swamp
With ten and a gators
All around the world on the
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry
Still chrome
Got bitches in the
Never home
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And respect give me
Ludacris I live loud just like
Fuck, have to clear rumors
I got a headache and not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
Sprayed so I let the bed bugs bight
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn around a bale of cotton

ques
I on bews
I a twos 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 even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we do
We should go get her when it comes out
There she go, there she go, she
Misssy

Hi
up fools?
You think I aint knowin broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights get cut off
You breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP off, too
You mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!