Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint shit
Get the f-ck 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 ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I wanna break shit 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 that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I 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 can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta up herb, gotta hit this syrup 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 house with the heart of a 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, make a hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be no shit from you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
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' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I a cunt
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
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, 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. Nada chance
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes 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
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a diary of diarrhea!
Me, and Gangsta Boo came 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 bottom lip, it was an
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up