Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, spark it out
Let that start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a bout what you doin'
Blood bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
Then too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
That bullet 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 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 these bitches down, I break these off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait