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 Halle body
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, x 2, I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
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 chopper start to sing and let it ring and I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', got me trippin'
your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody
[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my
the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout you doin'
gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I do this 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
you with a pool stick
Make you tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We don't what truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
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 you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the