Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
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, bitch I'm the son
And I'm like my daddy
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
C-c-country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check your
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!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't wanna 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, to my children
I don't be no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,

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

[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 you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
I bought from BK, you expect 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 was closed 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 what'dya
They don't carry a 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 more 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 aimed at you so we don't gotta AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up