Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea I'm back to drive you with 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)
With Flip Mode and DTP, 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 about to off call it rocket science
Daddy fat check my pocket science
And if ya try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers
I've been a soldier, never met private
Hey to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm in my coupe, with the top behind 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 like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you

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

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

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

(Busta Rhymes)
When I spit, niggas be "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I through
And every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little same time
(Bring the back)
My fans leave ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in
I handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
niggas like 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 wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you thug and holla
I'll change that and you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), like the Ugandan giant
niggas with my foot, who wanna try it

(Chorus)
Now you know what we about to do, we full throttle
go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' 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 gettin' weak, and everybody started
And when the needed us, we came with perfect timin'
it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)
Throw it up (you we got em)