Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

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

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