Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's 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 chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South Beach and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the and make her fuck everybody
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you a pool stick
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't what truce is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
ya head with them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't 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 these down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the