Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [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 ain't tryin' it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck 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 everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you a pool stick
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't know truce is
That bullet vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with them
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 don't a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait