Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

Them 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 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, the bone lit
Passed off, 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, and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 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'
Then help me find my
Eye-ballin' every fake Lymon in the joint

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the 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
Then my niggas gon' and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we 'em

me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the stitch

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

The owner slid 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 leavin' the vote

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen
We just 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
Ain't nobody leavin' alive we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got that 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
niggas foldin'
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 ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? step up

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

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