Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you know about this
You don't want that drama you ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) 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 break shit down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (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 gotta break up herb, gotta hit this and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run 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 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, to my children
I be taking no shit from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya 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 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
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
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 an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the was, was locked, what about some 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
What a trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign
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 bite my tongue, bitch throw it up