Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and amounts
the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, spark it out
Let chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so it's everybody
Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you
My p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, 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 cahoose
F-ck you with a stick
Make you swallow tooth
F-ckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
That proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We give a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
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