Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't reveal sort of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
splash, caught 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 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, 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 of the kush
I see you out here, name's real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, fiend, all of them greened down
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 shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo and took all his weed
him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it deep, son start falling asleep

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