Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young 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
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't 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', 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 fuck every
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in with
Fuck you with a stick
Make you swallow two
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't know what is
That bullet vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with them
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 give a fuck, and we ain't 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 these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait