Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from here, you don't rep my shit
You aint my city, you don't know about this
You don't that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw 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 ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why would I wanna shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that carpet you munch
If I'm not the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I even here yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the
you better check your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I 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, suck 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 knees
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
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, wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass game
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint for it bitch

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the 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 front 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 back in her an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I her in the head with a Whopper
I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Nada chance
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
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 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 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