Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't want that you aint ready for it bitch
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 already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break 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 p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you me, bitch 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 even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm 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!
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, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit from you
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 wag? is
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier 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'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
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 some I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
a trailer 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
fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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