Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, fuck is my at? Shit 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 got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I ain't got ya
Lex you sure you ain't it in the

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

The watch, yeah, y'all 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 tryin' to
Bitch it, listen trick, be out, bounce

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

Pah, with you and dudes
If my shit come up,
of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas out tools

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' off
We got announcements, we y'all to listen clear
We just about mansion 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 gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't leavin' alive until we find 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the
Equipped with the Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream 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 playin' so I sprayin'
Chicks hit the floor, broke

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' off
Pass the illumin' Lord, 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' gone we got a problem
Ain't nobody leavin' until we find 'em

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

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

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

Matter of nigga, line the fuck up
Nigga to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his

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