Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw 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 that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin' like my
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint 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
Where the
Bitch you better check purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with a hawk, little dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna 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 make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,

Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
Hokeewag is
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt 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 roof off this
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 kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with 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. 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 what'dya
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a 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
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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