Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

drug 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 shit is
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 fell, my watch, you seen it?
little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded

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

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

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

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

Pah, with you and your
If my shit come up,
of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas pulled out

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights 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 mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't leavin' alive until we find 'em

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

Powerhouse biscuits that blow off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off chains
The fat thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
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 don't get his shit in four or five
Yo leavin' with the vote

A lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when sniff body
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, 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 get it back it's gon' be a problem
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't nobody leavin' until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, got real that night
grabbed him, Vine 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
Watchin' foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his
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 niggas ain't shit)
Yo where the big at? Niggas step up

Matter of nigga, line the fuck up
Nigga 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 niggas is
pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this