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 don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You don't that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw 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 on the yard that don't run
So why I wanna break 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 p-ssy carpet you
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 stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over in first
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta 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
Where the
Bitch you better check your
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck my way, buddy 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]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking no shit from you haters
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 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 crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass down in my
I do this, I tell 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 you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a book 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 aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up