Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You aint from my city, you know about this
You want that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the
Where the
you better check your purse
I break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit from you
You make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier I want
say I act like an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was about buying you some clothes
But was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna my tongue, little bitch throw it up