Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or
Errbody gather around here to little Haiti
Cuz Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, I got you)
Talk
(I'm in)
Get 'em

(Lil Wayne)
I'm to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You don't beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house them choppas firin'
And all die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private
Hey to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top me
I'm not the president, but I see behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and can not stop me
So I be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative Whitney's Bobby
I'm on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

(Chorus)
Now you know we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

(Ludacris)
I it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap
I it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got them on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a torch
Then you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be on me, this aint a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin'
But I aint slangin' dope, I Luda-vision
God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like we playin' hockey
I you get the goal, I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to flight
And throw it up like ya dress on prom night

(Chorus)
Now you what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)

(Busta Rhymes)
When I spit, niggas be "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I through
And kill every single thing I rhyme
Nevermind, can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the back)
My fans will leave ya fuckin' ass
For sayin' you nicer than me, speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for beastin', Ok
they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the in tongues
I handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte
Crack niggas like Nabisco, a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and
change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan
Flatten niggas my foot, who wanna try it

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a bottle
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)

When the game was weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came perfect timin'
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
it up (you know we got em)