Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, let's talk it out
Let that chopper 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 lick me a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a stick
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't know truce is
That bullet proof so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't 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 a fuck, and we ain't 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 hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait