Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

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

[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My pussy feel like heaven to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
Blood bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know truce is
That bullet 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 sig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't give a fuck, and we 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
Public apology, for the wait