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 that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To f-ck you and that p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I 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 black can of paint and check the
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
Come sit up front cause you my seat 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, throw it back in her an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
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 trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign
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 bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up