Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I break shit down for you
Let em be 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 hardly the one, you must be the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin' my daddy
d-d-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, you don't wanna run around the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,

Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on Hokeewag,
Hokeewag is
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit from a 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 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 tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
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, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers at you so we don't 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, little bitch it up