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 Berry body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my 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 and large amounts
What the fuck you talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out
Let that chopper 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 and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so fuck everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl feel like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you two dicks
right, we ruthless
We done watched too many
smoked too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We know what truce is
That bullet proof so useless
Flag red like
Shoot ya head them uzis
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 don't 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 break these off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the