Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? 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 got my shit?

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

I started buggin' out, 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 play me for
Shit off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm goin' at pockets

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' fake Frankie Lymon in the joint

out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella to crochet
Bitch spell it, trick, be out, bounce

Blew an off of weed in the bitch face
She out two white owls
Everybody back the up, move
Chef, you actin' like a cannon

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

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

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a
Then my gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't leavin' alive until we find 'em

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

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

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

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen and still climbin'
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 lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen
We just lost about 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
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, got real that night
grabbed him, Vine smacked 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
Watchin' niggas
The got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the wheelchair got him and ran

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

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

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