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 with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't talk it out
hangin' 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 what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your up and let her lick me like 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 fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My pussy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't 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 you in cahoots with
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, your honor, I 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 give a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the