Luyện nghe bài hát Missing Watch

Oh shit, is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, nah
These is frontin'
The fuck the 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 is gone
Pah listen, I got ya shit
Lex you you ain't leave it in the

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

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

The watch, yeah, y'all niggaz 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

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

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

Pah, with you and dudes
If my shit come up,
of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas pulled out

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 it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a
thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' until we find 'em

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

Powerhouse biscuits that blow off
Rae watch is missin', you ya boots off and take off those chains
The fat thought 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 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 bodies and still
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff
We did our thing too we got to the envy
Our last four or shots we see nobody

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

And yo, eh yo, if we get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and be a problem
Eighty-five thou' we got a fuckin' problem
nobody leavin' 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' foldin'
The got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the wheelchair got him and ran

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

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

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