Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

Yo, I'm and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in 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 fake Lymon in the joint

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

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

Pah, with you and your
If my shit up, cool
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack,
pulled 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 react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I havin' it
I smacked him with the pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the 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 get it back 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 nobody leavin' alive we find 'em

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

Grab a nigga, him if he front, fuck it, blow him
niggas foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his
Let off the wheelchair got him and ran

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

Matter of fact nigga, 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 to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and die in this mothafucka