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 here to little Haiti
Cuz Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
Flip Mode and DTP, shit 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 about to blast off call it 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 them firin'
And all die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, met private ryan
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, '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 like Sidney Crosby (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
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 it up like a cap and tassel
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
Have you lookin' like a human
Then have you lookin' like Freddy
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 aint dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's religion
You couldn't my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the
I'm on a with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on night

(Chorus)
Now you what we about 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)

(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 I come through
And kill every thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans will ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre the fuckin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in
I handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a heard of (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me (Bitch)
That's I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for
A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you thug 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 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)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)

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