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 my city, you don't know about this
You don't want drama you aint 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 don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
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 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, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you wanna step 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 no shit from you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
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 I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it 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 expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over 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 a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe 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 like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we 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 my tongue, little bitch throw it up