Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda x 2, 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 f-ck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
Kidnap the and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
Make you swallow picks
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know what is
That bullet proof vest so
Flag red bruises
ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't give a f-ck, 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 down, I break these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait