Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

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

Them gangstas
Yo son, you got my
Nah, son, I ain't got ya
Son, you got my shit?

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

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

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? 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 Lymon in the joint

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

Blew an off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two white
back the fuck 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, the fuckin' 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 get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive we find 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

a nigga, search 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, body armor automatically on
The passed off the watch and gone
(Yo y'all niggas searchin' shit)
Yo the big mouth at? Niggas step up

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

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