Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, nah
These bitches is
The the shit go?

drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my
Nah, son, I got ya shit
Son, you got my shit?

Nah, nigga, I got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you you ain't leave it in the

I started buggin' out, in the zone, half the bone lit
off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
My fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin' little young fella, he had the stupidest look, weeded

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for
Shit off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm at niggaz pockets

The watch, faggot yeah, y'all got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I you cop yo' shit
Then me find my shit
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie in the joint

Break out, find my
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to
spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce

Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch
She out two white owls
Everybody back the fuck up,
Chef, you like a loose cannon

Pah, with you and dudes
If my come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack,
Niggas pulled out

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we y'all to listen clear
We lost about mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a
Eighty-five gone we got a fuckin' problem
nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I ain't it
I smacked him with the pound, bitch hit the ground
I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's the cream stitch

biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off chains
The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started
Chicks hit the floor, broke

The owner through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' the vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff
We did our too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five we see nobody

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we y'all to listen clear
We just lost about in here

And yo, eh yo, if we get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' and that'll be a problem
thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, got real that night
Power grabbed him, smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, he got a Magnum)
Yo we all holdin',

Grab a nigga, him if he front, fuck it, blow him
niggas foldin'
The got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the nigga got him and ran

Surround the don, body armor automatically on
The faggots off the watch and gone
(Yo niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo the big mouth at? Niggas step up

Matter of fact nigga, the fuck up
Nigga to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but to see it
Two shot G's his meat

Let's see, tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed bitch, blew it the fuck up
use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka