Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know 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 aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of come, with a cracker 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, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even 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
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house 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 step up to misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit 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, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
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 crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're 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
They say I act like an
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, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
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 you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up