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

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got Elliott coming through
that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I 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 three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the no way

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

Musi
I sews on
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 pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk
I'm I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
heads on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't loud
calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare horns and
I my Tim sound
right,
Izzy looky 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 shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon up in the club and then report that next week
wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a time in 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 gave a
he could rap
No one a hand
So he went about his business and a plan
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
the phone
Three later
Steeped out the
With ten and a gators
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth like Burberry cologne
Still chrome
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And on the grind
Please let me if he's on your mind
And you'll give me
Ludacris I loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a headache and it's not tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn pick a bale of cotton

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 killed that shit tonight for
I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael
You know we should do
We go get her album when it comes out
There she go, she go, there she
Misssy

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