Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

Them drug
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 you ain't leave 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, hungry and I'm
And I'm flippin' 'cause these wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm niggaz in they faces
After I'm goin' at niggaz 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 Frankie Lymon in the joint

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

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

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

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

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

me, miss, no I ain't 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 stitch

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

The owner slid through beefin', Duke the toast to his throat
We the noise 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 and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff
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 illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to clear
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 that'll be a
Eighty-five thou' we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got that night
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him 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 body automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and
(Yo y'all 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 the dead arm but failed to see it
Two G's pealed his meat

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