Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? 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 got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you sure you ain't it in the

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

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

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

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

an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two owls
Everybody back the fuck up,
Chef, you actin' a loose cannon

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, the fuckin' lights 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 it's gon' be a
Then my gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't nobody leavin' alive we find 'em

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

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

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 with the vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
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, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' 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 gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin'
Ain't nobody alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got that night
grabbed 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' niggas
The bartender got a in his hand
Let off the wheelchair got him and ran

the don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the and gone
(Yo niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? 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 G's pealed his meat

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