Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and bars I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin' like my
like my mama
C-c-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 even 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 into a bank with a shank and can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check purse
I got a of herb and I hit this herb? 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 with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be 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 Hokeewag,
Hokeewag is
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[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 you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
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 head a Whopper
That I from 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' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme it's more 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 don't SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up