Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle body
You know what I do, I, straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck
I'm reppin' young moolah, [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, we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, talk it out
Let that chopper to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', 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 every
Get her to the crib and make her fuck
You know the team, it's Young Money everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy feel heaven to a God
And I came in bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston
I could do shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a stick
you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then smoked too doobies
Murk you out, then
We know what truce is
That bullet vest so useless
red like 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
over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We give a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I break hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
Public apology, for the wait