Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

I say I'm walkin through the like FTW
twenty grand rubba bands every time I shoot

And I make another twenty grand I hit the booth
Bad all over me and none of them wit you

I go crazy on the beat, hell yea Ima
You can't find nemo mothafucka you a fish

2010, that's when I losing it
But it was on my mind I never went through with it

Gotta be hot I step up in the building
Dodging flames and fire hide ya and the children

My goons so crazy they'll be from the ceiling
layin face down dead cuz I killed it.

Don't fuck around with me if you don't these problems
Bust ya in the now that's a graphic novel.

Yeah, so on workin it hoe
My have ya lookin like murder she wrote

Why the fuck you hella of my murderous flow?
I come Alabama where the murderers go.

You say you like the thugs thanks to all the saving
I'm out the but I'm still paper chasing baby

They me, asking me where the cain at
I light the in the streets "Where your brains at?"

I'm killing snitches, they asking forgiveness, I'm coppin the shit that I neva had.
I'm chillin wit bitches, they askin for riches, I'm givin em and they still coming back.
I'm feelin these niggas who made it from and I'm giving them props to all of they tracks.
I'm sick of these bitches like the shit when I'm comin wit niggas who put on the mask.
They stunnin and the game wit a mac. Comin for you, they about to attack.
Steadily runnin the streets with these hoes, holes be in yo Llac.