Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of 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
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
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 shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a 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,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run this gangsta have 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 Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this 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 a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier I want
say I act like an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
the bitch 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. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
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 what'dya
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's 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 lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up