Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

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

I got 2 cars on the yard that 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 hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my
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, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even yet
I'm outta earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm to walk into 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 house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't step up to this misses
Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, to my children
I don't be taking no shit from you
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you sad now
You be on hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a 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 in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act an asshole
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, I wack 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. Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some
But Target was closed so I to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
Great I suppose, so I go to but what'dya know
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a 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 tell 'em all to go get
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, bitch throw it up