Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't that 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 aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
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 even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta up herb, gotta 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 wanna run around the chicken house with the of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't wanna step up to this misses
Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey 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
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up