Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches 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 ready for it
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint for it bitch

I got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
Bitch you check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house the heart 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
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit you haters
You make me one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on that hoki wag, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was on the Mississippi river
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
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 lion
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
Hello toots you so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you my seat 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, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, 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 was closed so I decided to mosey 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 boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' 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 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