Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't reveal that of thing to you
Well I haven't got my yet
splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
to New York, all over the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, (Son is missing right now, man)
Ya bitch-ass nigga, what happens (Get on it man, for real)
the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo...
They found his head splashed, him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, four-five why did you him?
It was to happen, clicked the shit back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the and lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the
I see you out here, your real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened
Chiba lit, on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was
Long nose joint, "Hold him", the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his
him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start asleep

They woke him back up, smacked him the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and them glasses is
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, 'em right in Brazil
He had the on 'I'm, niggaz went savage, they had him spread out
T position, opened his up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll get it
All of us yelling, he I'll it
Mouth bloody, Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred
wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking killed nigga, my nigga
(Better stop ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the of his fucking head
You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be busted?
Man, niggaz is yelling, man
We in the cooking, B, come on, man
the fuck? Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling waiting for the soda)