Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
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 fuck outta my way, you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna 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 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 have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no from 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 mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better 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 on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe 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 like a diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we 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