Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, talk it out
Let that chopper start to 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 chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy like heaven to a God
And I came in 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 your body up, they even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in with
Fuck you with a stick
Make you two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head with uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the sig, point it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
Public apology, for the wait