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 Halle body
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' young moolah, 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 niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't 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 up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's f-ck
[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't a f-ck bout what you doin'
gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna it
I go tough, I go
your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you a pool stick
you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't give a f-ck, and we never 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, sorry for the