Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

(Lil Wayne)
I'm to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks my pocket science
And if ya wanna try it, and try it
You don't beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas
And all die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private
Hey to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm in my coupe, with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not me
So I will be drivin' like Bobby
It's my prerogative Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

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

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

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full
go and toss 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)

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

(Chorus)
Now you know what we 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)

When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started
And the streets needed us, we came with perfect 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)