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?

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

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

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 you cop yo' shit
Then me find my shit
every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' 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 mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas react and that'll be a problem
thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't leavin' alive until we find 'em

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

Powerhouse biscuits that roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off chains
The fat thought 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 noise like we here to
My man don't get his in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' the vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they body
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
the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in

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 fuckin'
nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

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

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

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

Matter of fact nigga, the fuck up
Nigga to swing 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 my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and die in this mothafucka