Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you know 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 every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
Blood bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose
F-ck you with a pool
Make you swallow picks
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too many
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so
Flag red like
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't a f-ck, 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 is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the