Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda x 2, I
when 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 niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark 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 South Beach chillin' and I'm to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your 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 tooth picks
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
That proof vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't a f-ck, 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 these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, for the wait