Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

Them drug
Yo son, you got my
Nah, son, I ain't got ya
Son, you got my shit?

Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I ain't got ya
Lex you sure you ain't it in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we y'all to listen clear
We just lost mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' 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 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 boots off and take off those
The fat fuck thought I was so I started sprayin'
hit the floor, bottles broke

The owner slid through beefin', threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise we here to promote
My man get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they body
We did our thing too we got to the envy
Our last or five shots we see nobody

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

Eh yo, eh yo, got real that night
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 in his hand
Let off the nigga got him and ran

Surround the don, full armor automatically on
The passed off the watch and gone
(Yo niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas up

of fact 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 his meat

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