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 about this
You don't want that you aint 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 ready for it bitch

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be with 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 must be the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift 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 and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you check your purse
I break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the outta 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 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 your
hahahahaha,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
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 hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello you look 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
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'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, about some shoes 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 on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM 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 my tongue, little bitch throw it up