Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will him?
I know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight million or something)
million stories, nigga
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all over the world,
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 found his head splashed, caught him by the 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 floor and lay in the
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 them greened
Chiba lit, on his Adidas was thick
One homey, walked over, weapon was boney
Long 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 meat flew off his cheek bone, a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling

They woke him back up, him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and them is rough
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz savage, they had him spread out
T position, opened his up
him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll get it
All of us yelling, he with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons 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 start 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 back of his head
You, man? (Yo, man, the whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta 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 waiting for the baking soda)