Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, nah
bitches is frontin'
The fuck the 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 shit is
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you sure you leave it in the

I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh
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 play me for test
fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After I'm goin' at niggaz pockets

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the lights off
the illumin' Lord, tell 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 back gon' be a problem
Then my gon' react 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 the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream

Powerhouse that 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 started
hit the floor, bottles 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 leavin' with the vote

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

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

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

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

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

Surround the don, full armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the and gone
(Yo y'all ain't searchin' shit)
Yo the big mouth 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 dead arm but to see it
Two G's pealed his meat

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