Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will him?
I don't know, you know I can't reveal that of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
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 splashed, caught him by the side of the building
He had a on, four-five why did you kill him?
It was to happen, clicked the shit back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the 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, Japanese fiend, all of them down
Chiba lit, blood on his was thick
One second homey, walked over, was boney
Long joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a
Had a in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling

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