Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blew an ounce off of in the bitch face
She pulled out two white
Everybody back the fuck up,
Chef, you actin' like a loose

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

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

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 problem
Ain't nobody leavin' until we find 'em

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

Powerhouse biscuits that roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off chains
The fat fuck thought I was 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 we're leavin' with the

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff
We did our too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see

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 lost about mansion 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 gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that
Power grabbed him, 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 nigga got him and ran

Surround the don, full armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and
(Yo niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas up

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

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