Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and bars I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin' like my
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 Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (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
Bitch you better your 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 with a hawk, puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't 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, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit from you
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,

Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier I want
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I bought 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' about buying you some
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 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 trash
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 you a thing or two about 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 bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up