Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring 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 Beach chillin' 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
[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose
F-ck you with a pool
Make you swallow tooth
right, we ruthless
We done too many movies
Then too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
bullet 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 up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We give a f-ck, and we ain't 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 hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait