Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
Better be with the punchlines and bars that 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 must be the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin like my
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 aint even shift yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the
the keys?
Bitch you better check purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling 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!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
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' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
you better 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 decided to mosey on to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but 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 trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo here 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 lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up