Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large accounts with 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, let's it out
Let that start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

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