Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
Errbody gather around from here to little
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin'
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Money)
Yea I you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Talk
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You don't beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the
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 will be drivin' like Bobby
It's my prerogative Whitney's Bobby
I'm on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(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)
Throw it up (you we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

(Ludacris)
I throw it up like a cap and
I got my rap
I throw it up like the gangs in California
I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Ruger
Have you lookin' a human torch
Then you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a fuckin'
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin'
But I aint slangin' dope, I Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the
I you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds
And eagles fly alone, so I'm to take flight
And it up like ya girl's dress on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you know what we to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and a fuckin' 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, niggas be "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I come
And kill every single thing I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My will leave ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' back for no reason
(Rewind It)
know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know I'm from
nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move like a niggas kick on
Trample like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and
I'll change that and have you consider Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan
Flatten niggas with my foot, who 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 winin'
And when the needed us, we came with perfect timin'
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)