Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies 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 in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, spark it out
Let that chopper start to 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 me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck 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 it's everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
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 tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool
Make you swallow tooth
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We give 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 these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the