Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry
You know I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a 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 large
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 and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on South chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over
In the rap game, so it's everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter,
I be doin' me, give a fuck bout 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 view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you swallow two
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then smoked too many
you out, then deuces
We don't know what is
That bullet proof vest so
red like bruises
Shoot ya with them uzis
I swear, honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, it at ya wig
over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we ain't did
Shit, three you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I break these off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, for the wait