Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the from round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know about
You don't want that drama you aint for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You ready 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
be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
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 like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better your purse
I break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like 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 bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you wanna step up to this 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 don't be taking no shit from you
You make me 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 on the Mississippi river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
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 my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a
I bought from 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, about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
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 fingers aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my 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