Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club with the cherry bottoms
Bad on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' 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
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we tryin' talk it out
Pistol out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out
Let chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me
Scoop chicken up and let her lick 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 fuck
You know the team, it's Young over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck

[Lil
Married to the mob, bury you
My girl pussy like heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots
Fuck you a pool stick
Make you swallow two
right, we ruthless
We watched too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
you out, then deuces
We don't what truce is
That bullet proof so useless
red like bruises
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, you off the bridge
We give a fuck, and we ain't never 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
apology, sorry for the wait