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 with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know 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 make her everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets fuck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
Then smoked too many
Murk you out, deuces
We don't what truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull 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