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 a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a 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 money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't talk 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', got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a
I'm on Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel heaven to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout you doin'
gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth
F-ckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We don't know what is
That bullet vest so useless
Flag red like
ya head with 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, 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 down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait