Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint my city, you don't know about this
You don't want drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) 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 yard don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
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 kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (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 check the
Where the
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a 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 shit from you
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run this gangsta 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 I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, it back 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 thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the doors was, was locked, about some shoes I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a or two about sign language
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 gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up