Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I to stuff my paper in my shoe 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 a thing, let's talk it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy feel like to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, don't a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
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
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots
you with a pool stick
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then
We know what truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head with them
I swear, your honor, I 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 give a fuck, and we ain't never 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 on the tape
Public apology, for the wait