Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

I say I'm walkin the club like FTW
Throwin twenty rubba bands every time I shoot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You say you the thugs well 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 these snitches, they asking forgiveness, I'm coppin the shit that I 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 bitches actin like the when I'm comin wit niggas who put on the mask.
They stunnin and runnin the game wit a mac. Comin for you, about to attack.
runnin the streets with these hoes, bullet holes be in yo Llac.