Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you saying shit
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You from my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that drama you aint 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 aint for it bitch

I got 2 cars on the yard 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 cracker
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
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 stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, 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 this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit 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 this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no shit from a bitch or a
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I a cunt
Come sit up front you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to 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 what'dya
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, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book 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 gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up