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 got ya shit
Son, you got my shit?

Nah, nigga, I got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you you ain't 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' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look,

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein 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 help me my shit
Eye-ballin' fake 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
spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce

Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch
She pulled out two white
Everybody the fuck up, move
Chef, you like a loose cannon

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

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 clear
We just lost mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a
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 him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch

Powerhouse that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya off and take off those chains
The fat fuck 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 like we here to
My man get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo leavin' with the vote

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' 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 back it's be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and be a problem
thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

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

Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, him
niggas foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his
Let off the nigga 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, line the up
Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a
Son, he dropped the arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's his meat

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