Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint 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 drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
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 check your
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna up to this misses
Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit from you
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
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 you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme 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 language
fingers 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 bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up