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 she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and fucking with Trina
I the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the no way

I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta me
How you studying these
Need to what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it yours
I know ya'll poor broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up
to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios
Halves halves wholes
I brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA
Iffy izzy oh

Musi
I on bews
I pues a on que zat
Pue zoo
My
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its like
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 eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping curbs
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly a bird
Chicken heads on the
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
Better calm down for I smack your ass
I need my drums high
Has to be my snare strings and
I need my Tim
right,
Izzy kizzy looky

Musi
I sews on
I pues a on que zat
Pue zoo
My
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its like
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I don't go out my shorty
You just 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 this line I'm a hear on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
upon a time in College Park
Where they life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of
Nobody paid him any
No one gave a
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his and devised a plan
Made a CD and he hit the block
50 thousand
Seven a pop
Hold the
Three years
out the swamp
With ten and a half
All around the on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like cologne
riding chrome
Got bitches in the
Never alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your
And you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these
I got a and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs
to the core
Core to the
Drop down turn around a bale of cotton

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

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

Hi
What's up
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint 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 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!