Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

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

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

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

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
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 Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two sign language
Middle fingers at you so we don't 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 gonna my tongue, little bitch throw it up