Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, lets spark it out
Let chopper start 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 and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, you alive
My p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't a f-ck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
Make you swallow tooth
right, we ruthless
We done watched too many
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We know what truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't give a f-ck, and we never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him
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
Public apology, sorry for the