Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches loud but you aint saying shit
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 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 aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 on the yard that don't 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 cracker
To you and that p-ssy 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 stuntin' 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 aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
you better check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling like I might just hit the
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!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[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 no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of your
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 f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
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' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a 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 gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up