Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
Errbody gather around from to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Baby)
With Flip and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I Young Money)
Yea I you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Talk
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my science
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a
I'm comin' ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers
I've been a soldier, met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the
I'm dippin' in my coupe, the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not me
So I will be drivin' like Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's
I'm skatin' on blades Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin'
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

(Ludacris)
I it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern
I Got them burners on ya, you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you like a human torch
have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to these like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I aint dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's religion
You couldn't my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I you get the point
I'm on a roll this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it slow
I welcome to my nest, I let these birds know
And fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And it up like ya girl's dress on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we full throttle
go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)

(Busta Rhymes)
When I spit, niggas be "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way I come through
And kill every thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans leave ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and me for always beastin', Ok
When see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly like a thousand niggas kick on
niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for
A cat markin territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you thug and holla
I'll change that and you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), like the Ugandan giant
niggas with my foot, who wanna try it

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin'
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)

When the was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with timin'
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)