Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't that sort of thing to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight million or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, from the hard of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all 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 his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, why did you kill him?
It was to happen, clicked the shit back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the
I see you out here, name's real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, fiend, all of them greened down
lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't
Now it gets deep, son start falling

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