Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Let em be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the 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 blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
you better check your 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 run around the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a hit his knees 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 this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
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 I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to 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 what'dya
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up