Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks my pocket 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 them choppas firin'
And all die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, met private ryan
Hey to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top me
I'm not the president, but I see cops me
Well 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Bobby
It's my prerogative like Bobby
I'm on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a bottle
Throw it up (you 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 it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap
I throw it up the gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya, have you at a Russian Ruger
Have you like a human torch
Then you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a dream
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin'
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my
My niggas fight over ice like we been hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the
I you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
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 dress on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you know what we 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)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)

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

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

the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
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)