Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you saying shit
Get the f-ck from here, you don't 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 ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To you and that 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 stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint shift gears 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 with a shank and black can of paint and the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check your
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 chicken house with the of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna 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 don't be taking no from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the 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 I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I
They say I act like an
When I pull up at the White
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
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 Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
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 came here to show you a thing or two sign language
Middle aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up