Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that 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'
tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, I got you)
Real
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to blast off it rocket science
Daddy fat check my pocket science
And if ya wanna try it, and try it
You don't want beef, put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them firin'
And all adults die, the toddlers cryin'
I've a soldier, never met private ryan
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 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney (That's hockey)
than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you 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 throw it up like the gangs in California
I Got burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you like a human torch
have 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 fuckin' team
But I slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You fill my jockey
My niggas fight ice like 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 chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
And fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up ya girl's dress on prom night

(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)

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

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

When the game was weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets us, we came with perfect timin'
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)