Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry 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 [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my box
Now I got two large accounts with stacks and large amounts
the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause 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 what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, to it
Bullets fuck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in with
Fuck you a pool stick
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
That bullet proof vest so
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we never did
Shit, three you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, for the wait