Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who beat him?
I don't know, you know I can't reveal sort of thing to you
Well I haven't got my yet
Head splash, him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
Word up, from the hard streets of
to New York, all over the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, (Son is missing right 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 on, four-five why did you kill him?
It was supposed to happen, 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 name's real, can't let you get
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them down
lit, blood 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 start smiling, "Y'all is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
Chunk of meat 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, him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and them is rough
They was the joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz savage, they had him spread out
T position, his jeans up
him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for my niggaz'll still get it
All of us yelling, he with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was nine
Couldn't to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz start flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking killed this nigga, my
(Better stop ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking
You, man? (Yo, man, the whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be busted?
Man, y'all is yelling, man
We in the cooking, B, come on, man
the fuck? Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling for the baking soda)