Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying 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 that drama you aint ready for it
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) 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 for it bitch

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the of archery come, with a cracker dick
To you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint even shift yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better 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 wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't 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, preaching to my
I don't be no shit from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya 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 I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off 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 you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell 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 back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
I bought 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 some
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' 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 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna my tongue, little bitch throw it up