Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large with money stacks and large amounts
the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's it out
Let that chopper 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 to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

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