Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
Errbody gather around from to little Haiti
Cuz Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be ugly
Weezy tell 'em 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 off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks my pocket science
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas
And all adults die, 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 behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Bobby
It's my prerogative like 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 what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
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 throw it up a cap and tassel
I got my rap
I it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a human
have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a dream
I the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I slangin' 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 niggas fight over ice like we playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I you get the point
I'm on a roll this paper, I hope you get the joint
I you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome to my nest, I let these birds know
And fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya girl's on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you know 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)
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 through
And kill every single thing I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat time
(Bring the back)
My fans will leave ya ass leakin'
For sayin' you than me, hypothetically speakin'
and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for beastin', Ok
When they see me stutta, niggas 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 oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the of Monte Cristo
niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
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)
nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten with my foot, who wanna try it

(Chorus)
Now you know we about to do, we goin' 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)
Throw it up (you we got em)

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