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 know about
You don't want that drama you aint for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it bitch, 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 confused with the punchlines and bars that I
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
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, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin' like my
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and the clerk
Where the
you better check your purse
I got a brick of and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I be taking no shit from 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,
Hokeewag is
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit from a bitch or a
So so got a f-cked up temper
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 ready for it

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I 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 but what'dya know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a or two about sign language
fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up