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?

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 ain't got ya
Lex you you ain't leave it in the

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

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

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

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

Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch
She pulled out two owls
Everybody back the fuck up,
Chef, you actin' a loose cannon

Pah, with you and dudes
If my come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack,
Niggas 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 lost about mansion in here

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 gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we 'em

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

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

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

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

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 listen
We just lost mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's 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 we find 'em

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

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

Surround the don, body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the and gone
(Yo y'all niggas ain't shit)
Yo the big mouth at? Niggas step up

Matter of fact nigga, the fuck up
Nigga tried to 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, C-4ed this bitch, it the fuck up
use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka