Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking 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 this
You don't want that drama you aint ready for it
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) 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 cars on the yard don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
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, buddy you wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf 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 nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi 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 crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the 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 cause you kicking my and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, it back in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
I was thinkin' about you some clothes
But Target was so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya 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 trailer trash
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up