Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from round here, you rep my shit
You from my city, you don't know about this
You don't want drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready 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 with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
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 even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't 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, preaching to my
I don't be taking no from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the river
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off 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 cause you kicking my and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack 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. Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
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 here to show you a thing or two sign language
Middle aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up