Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Let em be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
like my mama
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK 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 this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit herb? and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, you don't wanna run around the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to 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 be taking no shit 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,
is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]

Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
Come sit up front you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I pull up at the Castle
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 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 Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up