Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must 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 DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk into a 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 syrup 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 of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't 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 from you
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
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 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 down in my
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell 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, throw it back in her an'
Tell the I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna my tongue, little bitch throw it up