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 with a Halle 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 used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, 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
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

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