Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

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

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

The watch, faggot yeah, niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo'
Then 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 to crochet
spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce

Blew an ounce off of in the bitch face
She pulled out two white
Everybody back the up, move
Chef, you actin' a loose cannon

Pah, you and your dudes
If my shit come up,
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack,
pulled out tools

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' off
the illumin' Lord, tell 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 don't get it it's gon' be a problem
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a problem
Ain't nobody leavin' until we find 'em

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

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

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

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

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

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back 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 that
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his
(Oh shit, he got a Magnum)
Yo we all holdin',

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

Surround the don, full body automatically 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
Nigga tried to 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, niggas tried to front my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and die in this mothafucka