Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint 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 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 for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better check your
I gotta break up herb, hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, 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 nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I don't be taking no from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off 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
sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
I was about buying you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up