Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my
You aint my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that drama you aint ready for it
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw 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 break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet 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
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump 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 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 the clerk
Where the
Bitch you better check your
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick 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 when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking 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, hoki wag? is
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from 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 mind
My nigga, I'm a untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it 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. Nada chance
I was about 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
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to you a thing or two about 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