Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my
You aint from my city, you know about this
You don't want that you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin' like my
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
C-c-country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit herb? and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,

Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
is bullshit
Run this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up