Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars 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
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm outta this earth, (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
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, 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 the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
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 wag? is
Run this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf 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 cause you kicking my seat and I'm 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, throw it in her face an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But was closed 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 Payless but know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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 bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up