Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two accounts with money stacks and large amounts
the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'
gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your ass and everyone you in cahoose with
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth
F-ckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't what truce is
That bullet proof so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them
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 ain't did
Shit, three words you 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