Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
the fuck 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 that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop your 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 and make her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's 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 in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a bout what you doin'
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck 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
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't what truce is
That proof vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya 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, you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the