Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the from round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't want that 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 that run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be with 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 me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta 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 wanna run around the chicken house with the 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 nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her 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 mosey on over to
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 a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
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 at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up