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 don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't want that you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You ready for it bitch

I already got 2 on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of 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
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta up herb, gotta hit this 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 heart of a dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[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, preaching to my
I don't be taking no shit from you
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 is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit from a bitch or a
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I them hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf the roof off this muthaf-cka
You got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I a cunt
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I 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
di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
I suppose, so I go to Payless 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 trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a 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 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up