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, him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
up, from the hard streets 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, watch happens (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 kill
It was to happen, clicked the shit back
Yo, is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass
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, walked over, was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all 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 shirt and took all his
Untied him, he fell, weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start asleep

They woke him back up, him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and them glasses is
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em 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 up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my still get it
All of us yelling, he with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five
Pushed him the rail and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz start flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya dirty 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 police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They through the building, man
(Y'all gotta shut the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be getting
Man, niggaz is yelling, man
We in the back cooking, B, on, man
the fuck? Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling for the baking soda)