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 what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
[Lil
to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like 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 bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets f-ck your up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your ass and everyone you in cahoose with
you with a pool stick
Make you tooth picks
right, we ruthless
We done too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't what truce is
That bullet proof vest so
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, 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 break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
apology, sorry for the wait