Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry
Bad bitch on my arm a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets 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 chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout you doin'
Blood bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose
F-ck you a pool stick
you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
That bullet proof 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 cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't did
Shit, three words you hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I break hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait