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

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

When I up in the piece
I ain't even speak
I'm a bad mamajama motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these
Need to what you know
And stop bout who I'm sticking 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 toast
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA
Iffy kiffy oh

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

When I up in my whip
wanna talk shit
I'm I'm glad and I'm styling
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm these curbs
Skuur, did ya
I love em, my fellas, my
I fly a bird
Chicken heads on the
Who you trying now
Naw you ain't getting
Better down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass
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
zigga ay zee
Its all
Its like
Its all
Its always
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 then that next week
wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing coke
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 they live life fast and they scared of
was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one gave a
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his business and devised a
Made a CD and then he hit the
50 thousand
dollars a pop
Hold the
years later
Steeped out the
With ten and a half
All the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like cologne
Still riding
Got in the kitchen
home alone
And on the grind
Please let me know if he's on mind
And respect you'll me
Ludacris I live loud just like
Fuck, have to these rumors
I got a and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
Sprayed so I never let the bed bight
to the core
Core to the
Drop down around pick a bale of cotton

Musi
I sews on
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 Missy killed shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You what we should do
We should go get her album it comes out
There she go, there she go, she
Misssy

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