Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't talk it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out
Let that start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South Beach and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so it's everybody
[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
Make you tooth picks
right, we ruthless
We done too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know what is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't a f-ck, 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 break these bitches down, I break these off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait