Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the 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 wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, let's talk it out
Let that start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the and make her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, you alive
My pussy feel like heaven to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a bout what you doin'
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you a pool stick
Make you two dicks
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
Then too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
bullet 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
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't 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 bitches down, I break hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
apology, sorry for the wait