Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you saying shit
Get the from round here, you don't rep my shit
You from my city, you don't know about this
You don't that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
be confused 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 be barely the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you check your purse
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 wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking no shit from you haters
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 wag? is
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
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 untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell them
You ready for it bitch

[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
toots you look 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
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her 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
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey 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 know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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 my tongue, little bitch throw it up