Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my
Nah, son, I got ya shit
Son, you got my shit?

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

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

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

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

Blew an ounce off of in the bitch face
She out two white owls
Everybody back the fuck up,
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 fuckin' off
Pass the Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn 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 back it's gon' be a
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive we find 'em

me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, hit the ground
Then I stepped off, 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 chains
The fat thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
Chicks hit the floor, bottles

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

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

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 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 nobody leavin' until we find 'em

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

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

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

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

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