Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you a pool stick
Make you two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know what is
That bullet proof so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't give a fuck, and we ain't did
Shit, words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, for the wait