Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

(Lil Wayne)
I'm about to blast off call it rocket
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 choppas firin'
And all die, leave the toddlers cryin'
been a soldier, never met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my like Whitney's Bobby
I'm on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

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

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

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' 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)
Throw it up (you we got em)

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

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
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)

When the game was weak, and everybody started winin'
And the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin'
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)