Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts 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 ain't a thing, spark it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop chicken 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 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 p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Bruins
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna it
I go tough, I go
your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a stick
Make you tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done watched too many
Then too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We know what truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the
We don't a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, words you never 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