Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, 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 blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the
Where the
Bitch you better check 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, you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit from a bitch or a
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello 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
They say I act an asshole
I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, I wack her in the head with a Whopper
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? Nada
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe
What a trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme it's more 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 at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up