Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches 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 about
You don't that 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 for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy 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
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even 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 black can of and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check your
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit 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 of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah 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 when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of 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 gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
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 like an
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you 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
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came to show 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 bottom lip, it was an
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up