Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't 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 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
like my mama
C-c-country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (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 check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah 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, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no 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 this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the river
no shit 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 untamed
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 aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
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 cashier I want
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, 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
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, about 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
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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