Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
Errbody gather from here to little Haiti
Cuz Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin'
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, I got you)
Talk
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm to blast off call it rocket science
fat stacks check my pocket science
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers
been a soldier, never met private ryan
Hey to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well fuck 'em, 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you know we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

(Ludacris)
I throw it up like a cap and
I got my rap
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern
I Got them burners on ya, have you at a Russian Ruger
you lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy
So be sleepin' on me, this aint a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to jays like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang
God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my
My niggas fight over ice we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the
I'm on a with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full
Niggas go and ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)

(Busta Rhymes)
When I spit, niggas be "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna know how the I "Do dat"
And the way that I through
And kill every single thing when I
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat time
(Bring the back)
My fans will leave ya ass leakin'
For you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no
(Rewind It)
know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move a thousand niggas kick on
niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge the Count of Monte Cristo
niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you thug and holla
I'll change that and have you studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
niggas with my foot, who wanna try it

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and a fuckin' bottle
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)

When the was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)