Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
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 niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk 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 your chicken up and let her 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 Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout you doin'
Blood bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't know truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, honor, I ain't 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, three words you hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
Public apology, for the wait