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 little
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Baby)
With Flip and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, I got you)
Real
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat check my pocket science
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a
I'm comin' through ya house with choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers
I've been a soldier, never met private
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the
I'm dippin' in my coupe, the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and 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 a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

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

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

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' 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)
When I spit, be askin' "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way I come through
And every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans will leave ya ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer me, hypothetically 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 where I'm
nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and
I'll change that and you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who try it

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

When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody 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)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)