Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the
the keys?
Bitch you better check your
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 house with the of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking 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 that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit from a or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[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 look so eloquent, it's I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the 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
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' 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 bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up