Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club 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 wear frigid and my is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and amounts
What the fuck you 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 what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel heaven to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, 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
you with a pool stick
Make you two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
bullet proof vest 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 up the sig, point it at ya wig
over on the highway, throw 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 these bitches down, I break hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait