Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

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

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

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

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

out, find my shit
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 off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two white
Everybody the fuck up, move
Chef, you like a loose cannon

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

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 y'all to clear
We just lost mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it 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 leavin' alive we find 'em

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

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

The owner slid beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise we here to promote
My man get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' the vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
Big shotties, bodied when they body
We did our thing too we got to the envy
Our last or five shots we see nobody

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in

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

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

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

Surround the don, full body armor on
The faggots passed off the and gone
(Yo y'all niggas searchin' shit)
Yo where the big at? Niggas step up

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

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