Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, fuck is my at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, nah
These 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 got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I ain't got ya
Lex you sure you leave it in the

I started out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
My blunt fell, my watch, you 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' these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they
that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets

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

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

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

Pah, with you and your
If my come up, cool
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, 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 back 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' alive we find 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I ain't it
I smacked him with the four pound, hit the ground
Then I off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's the cream stitch

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

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

A gangsta's lotto, bodies and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the lobby
Our last or five shots 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 want y'all to listen
We just about mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's be a problem
my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't leavin' alive 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' foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his
Let off the nigga 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 at? Niggas step up

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

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