Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my
You aint from my city, you know about this
You don't want drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw 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 shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
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' my mama
C-c-country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running 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 bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the
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 the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

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

Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
is bullshit
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
no shit from a bitch 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
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
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 cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack 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 about 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
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up