Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I haven't got my yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight stories or something)
million stories, nigga
Word up, from the streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing now, man)
Ya bitch-ass nigga, watch what (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, four-five why did you kill
It was supposed to happen, the shit back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the and lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of greened down
Chiba lit, blood on his was thick
One second homey, over, weapon was boney
nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, they
Chunk of flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son tell
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

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