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 a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
wear 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 money stacks and large
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, talk it out
Let chopper start to sing 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 lick me like a
I'm on Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the and make her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets fuck body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and you in cahoots with
Fuck you a pool stick
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then smoked too many
Murk you out, then
We don't know truce is
That bullet proof vest so
red like bruises
Shoot ya with them 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 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 these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
Public apology, for the wait