Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the from round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't want drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You ready for it bitch, throw 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 dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump 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 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
you better check 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 outta my way, buddy you don't run around 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 don't wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki wag? is
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit from a bitch or a
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a ass mind 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, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the 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 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 some I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
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 about language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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 throw it up