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 got ya shit
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 ain't it in the

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

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm
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, y'all got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I you cop yo' shit
help 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 walkin' by the fella to crochet
spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce

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

Pah, you and your dudes
If my come up, cool
of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas pulled out

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

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

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

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

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

A gangsta's lotto, bodies and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they 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 Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to clear
We just lost about in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a
Then my niggas 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, got real that night
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his
(Oh shit, he got a Magnum)
Yo we all holdin',

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

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

Matter of fact nigga, the fuck 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

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