Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Baby)
Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real
(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 beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with choppas firin'
And all die, leave 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 fuck 'em, 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(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)
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 throw it up like the gangs in Southern
I Got them burners on ya, have you at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a human
Then have you lookin' Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a fuckin'
I pass the to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang
God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my
My niggas fight over ice like we playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the
I'm on a roll this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I it burn slow
I welcome to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm 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 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)

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

(Chorus)
Now you know what we 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)

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