Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint shit
Get the f-ck from here, you don't rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don't know about
You don't want that drama you aint 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 ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the that don't run
So why would I wanna break down for you
Better be confused with the and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you me, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the
And I'm bout to walk 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, hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch please you don't wanna 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 no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya 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 preacher at the
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 ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down 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
Hello toots you 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
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head a Whopper
That I from BK, you expect me to be proper?
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more a muthaf-ckin' diary 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 SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up