Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk 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 chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots
Fuck you a pool stick
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't know truce is
That bullet vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the sig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, 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 bitches down, I break these off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait