Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it a thing, let's talk it out
Let chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My pussy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna it
I go tough, I go
your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a stick
Make you swallow two
Fuckin' right, we
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too many
Murk you out, deuces
We don't know truce is
That bullet proof so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I up the sig, point it at ya wig
Pull on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We give a fuck, 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 break hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, for the wait