Luyện nghe bài hát Gossip Folks

Yo, yo yo out of the way
We got missy Elliott through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of
Girl I heard she eats one a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a
I stand the bitch no way

When I walk up in the
I gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you gotta like me
How you studying hoes
Need to talk what you
And stop talking bout who I'm and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor broke
job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt toast
Muthafuckas amigos
Halves halves wholes
I don't I mostly 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

When I up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk
I'm driving I'm and I'm styling
in these eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these
Skuur, did ya
I em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a
Chicken on the prowl
Who you fuck now
Naw you ain't loud
Better calm 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 sews on
I a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My
Pous ay zee
Its all
Its always
Its all
Its always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

I go out my house shorty
You waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am boy
Sniffing coke
I by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh,
Once upon a time in College
Where they live life fast and they scared of
There was a little by the name of Cris
Nobody him any mind
No one a shit
he could rap
No one lifted a
So he went about his and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the
50 sold
dollars 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 Burberry
Still chrome
Got bitches in the
Never alone
And on the grind
let me know if he's on your mind
And respect give me
Ludacris I live loud just like
Fuck, have to these rumors
I got a headache and it's not tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the
Core to the
Drop down turn 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 always
Na
Wa zee
Wa zoom zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that tonight for real
I know I know, I even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know we should 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 wannabes aint here gossiping bout me?
Yo how you buff these Pumas 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 pumps for the after
Yo by the way, go get my
Damn!