Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
What the you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's it out
Let chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck 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 it's fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you swallow two
Fuckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't what truce is
That bullet proof vest so
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't a fuck, 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 down, I break these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait