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 Halle body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' young moolah, [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts money stacks and large amounts
the fuck 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 start to sing and let it ring and I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

Wayne:]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I could do this shit, 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 with a pool
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know truce is
That proof vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the sig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we never did
Shit, three 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 Gudda on the
apology, sorry for the wait