Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

Nah, nigga, I got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you sure you leave it in the

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

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

The watch, yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo'
help me find my shit
Eye-ballin' every fake 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, trick, be out, bounce

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' 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 gon' be a
Then my niggas gon' and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

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

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

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

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

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

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five gone we got a fuckin' problem
nobody leavin' 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',

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

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

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

Let's see, 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 die in this mothafucka