Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, talk it out
Let that chopper start to and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow two
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
apology, sorry for the wait