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 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)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit for you
Better be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker
To you and that p-ssy 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
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a bump bump bump
And I'm in a Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this 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 suck a bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you wanna step up to this misses
Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You me hurt 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 this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
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 tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign
Middle fingers aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up