Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

Them gangstas
Yo son, you got my
Nah, son, I got ya shit
Son, you ain't got my

Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya
Yo, son, my is gone
Pah listen, I ain't got ya
Lex you sure you ain't 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' young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded

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

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

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

Blew an ounce off of weed in the face
She out two white owls
Everybody the fuck up, move
Chef, you actin' like a loose

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want to listen clear
We just about mansion 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
Eighty-five thou' we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the
I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy with the cream stitch

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

The owner slid beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the like we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff
We did our too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' off
Pass the illumin' Lord, the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen
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' react and be a problem
Eighty-five thou' we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we 'em

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

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

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

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

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