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, g-get straight to the
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 accounts with money and large amounts
What the f-ck you 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 ring and I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every
Get her to the crib and her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's f-ck
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
the baby 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, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets f-ck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
Make you tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't what truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head with 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 give a f-ck, and we ain't did
Shit, words you never 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
apology, sorry for the wait