Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You aint my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that drama you ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that 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 like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better check your
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be no shit from you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
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, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up