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
Wrist wear frigid and my is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's 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 chicken 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 bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the 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 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 cahoots
Fuck you with a pool
Make you two dicks
right, we ruthless
We done too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know what is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head with uzis
I swear, your honor, I 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, words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, for the wait