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 don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't want that you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better 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 outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit 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 into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
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
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on to K-Mart
But the was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you 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 Gangsta Boo came to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna my tongue, little bitch throw it up