Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't want that drama you 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 aint ready for it

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin' like my
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint 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 this herb? and I'm feeling like I might 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 wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking no shit from you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,

Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
Hokeewag is
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

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