Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my 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 choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the cryin'
been 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 fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky
my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Crosby (That's hockey)
than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you know we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin'
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 lookin' at a Ruger
Have you lookin' a human torch
Then have you like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays I'm on they fuckin' team
But I aint dope, I slang Luda-vision
God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the
I'm on a roll with paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let birds know
And fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on night

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

(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 a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans will leave ya ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically
Cool and Dre bring the beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the in tongues
I single handedly move like a thousand kick on
Trample like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte
Crack like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A cat markin territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna and holla
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who try it

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we 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)
it up (you know we got em)

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