Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest in the streets
No if's, and's, or
gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be ugly
tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my science
And if ya wanna try it, and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas
And all adults die, leave the cryin'
I've been a soldier, met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the
I'm in my coupe, with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see cops me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Bobby
I'm skatin' on like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

(Ludacris)
I throw it up a cap and tassel
I got my rap
I it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got them on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a torch
Then have you like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a dream
I pass the rock to these jays I'm on they fuckin' team
But I aint dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's religion
You fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I you get the point
I'm on a with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn
I chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to flight
And throw it up like ya girl's on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)

(Busta Rhymes)
When I spit, be askin' "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I through
And kill every single thing when I
Nevermind, niggas can't when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans will ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically
and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me stutta, niggas know where I'm from
nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move a thousand niggas kick on
niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they me crisco (Bitch)
That's I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna and holla
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' (Shit)
They nicknamed me (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who try it

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)

When the game was gettin' weak, and started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with timin'
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)