Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You aint from my city, you know about this
You want 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 aint ready for it bitch, 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 shit down for you
Let em be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
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, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin' my daddy
like my mama
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your 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 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, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit 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 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 up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
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 ready for it

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
the bitch 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
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you 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
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
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 thing or two about sign
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 tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up