Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

I say I'm walkin through the club FTW
Throwin twenty grand rubba bands time I shoot

And I another twenty grand when I hit the booth
Bad bitches all over me and of them wit you

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

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

be hot when I step up in the building
Dodging flames and fire ya women and the children

My goons so crazy be hangin from the ceiling
Beat layin face down dead cuz I it.

fuck around with 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 like murder she wrote

Why the you hella jealous of my murderous flow?
I from Alabama where the murderers go.

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

robbin 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 that I neva had.
I'm chillin wit bitches, they askin for riches, I'm givin em shit and still coming back.
I'm feelin these niggas who made it from zilch and I'm giving them to all of they tracks.
I'm sick of these actin like the shit when I'm comin 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 with these hoes, holes be in yo Llac.