Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck round here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know this
You want 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 aint ready for it bitch, 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
be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
really, you kidding me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to 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 from you haters
You me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha,
ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki is bullshit
Run into this have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
hurt ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion
Hunt ya ass in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You ready for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
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 cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, it back 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?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
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, about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
is ugly 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, and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta 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, little throw it up