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, g-get straight to the
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my in my shoe box
Now I got two accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your 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, Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's everybody

[Lil
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl pussy like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch my niggas
the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck what you doin'
gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
Murk your pussy ass and you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool
Make you two dicks
right, we ruthless
We done watched too movies
smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, deuces
We know what truce is
bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, your honor, I 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 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, for the wait