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 don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't that 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 aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and bars that I
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the son
And I'm like 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 even shift yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better check 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 outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you 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 me hurt 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 gangsta 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 f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf the roof 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 my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I 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 was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer trash
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 SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up