Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't 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 know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody
[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even view it
I go tough, I go
your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a stick
you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't know truce is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I 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 never did
Shit, words 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, sorry for the