Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

I say I'm through the club like FTW
Throwin twenty grand rubba every time I shoot

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

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

2010, that's when I losing it
But it was on my mind I just went through with it

Gotta be hot when I step up in the
Dodging and fire hide ya women and the children

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

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

Yeah, so keep on it hoe
My niggas have ya lookin murder she wrote

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

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

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

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