Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You from my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that 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 for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and bars that I
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that 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' like my
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 muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling 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, 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, make a nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit from you
You make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,

Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
Hokeewag is
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You ready 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 the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the 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 thinkin' 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 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
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book 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 aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM 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 my tongue, little bitch throw it up