Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the you niggas 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 start 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 chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so it's everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My pussy feel like heaven 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
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a stick
Make you two dicks
right, we ruthless
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 with them
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we ain't did
Shit, three you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait