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 Halle body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money and large amounts
the f-ck you niggas 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 ring and I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody
[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like 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 bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Bruins
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow picks
right, we ruthless
We done too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head with uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, 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, words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I break these off
Lil is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the