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 what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South Beach and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so it's everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl p-ssy 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 bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't what truce is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you hear, let him live
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
Public apology, sorry for the