Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Let em be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
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' like my
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, 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 into a 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 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 with a hawk, little puppy dog, and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[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, to my children
I don't be taking no shit from you
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 on the Mississippi river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' tear the roof 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 what I a cunt
sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I up at the White 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 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 decided to mosey on over to
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 carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer 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, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM 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