Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you
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
like my mama
Country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift 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 a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit 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 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 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, to my children
I be taking no shit from you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this 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 front 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, then I wack her in the head with a
I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was about buying you some clothes
But was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags 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 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 SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch it up