Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

Boo - Hook]
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't want that drama you aint 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 ready for it bitch

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of 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 me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, like 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 aint here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better check your
I break up herb, gotta 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 run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a bitch

[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 knees
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,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into gangsta 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 I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
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 off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
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, then I wack her in the head 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' about you some clothes
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 Payless but what'dya
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a book it's more like 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 SCREAM 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 bitch it up