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 Berry
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so f-ck everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl p-ssy feel like to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck what you doin'
gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna it
I go tough, I go
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in with
F-ck you a pool stick
Make you swallow picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done watched too movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, then
We know what truce is
That bullet proof so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head 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, you off the bridge
We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him
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 Gudda on the
Public apology, sorry for the