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 aint from my city, you don't know about
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 ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars I launch
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 be barely the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you 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 around the chicken house 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, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no 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 hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[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, what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the was, was locked, what about 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 it's like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up