Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

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 started buggin' out, in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, on my ski hat, oh shit
My blunt fell, my watch, you 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 niggaz in they faces
After that I'm goin' at niggaz

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

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

Blew an ounce off of in the bitch face
She pulled out two white
Everybody back the up, move
Chef, you actin' a loose cannon

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

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

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

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

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

The owner through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we to promote
My man don't get his in four or five minutes
Yo we're with the vote

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights off
the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music 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 niggas gon' react and that'll be a
thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't leavin' alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got that night
Power grabbed him, Vine 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
Watchin' foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his
Let off the wheelchair got him and ran

Surround the don, full body automatically on
The faggots passed off the and gone
(Yo niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? step 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 pealed his

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