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 Halle Berry
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't 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 chicken up and let her lick me like 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 know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

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