Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking 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 throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why I wanna break shit down 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 p-ssy you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over 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 into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
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, buddy you don't wanna run the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

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

[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 a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then 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
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' 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
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up