Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who beat him?
I don't know, you I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight stories or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, from the streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is 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 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, 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 greened
Chiba lit, blood on his Adidas was
One second homey, walked over, was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the head, broke his Roley
the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
Chunk of meat off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

They him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new and them glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, went 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 I'll it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in five places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better start flushing the toilet, man)
They just fucking this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking 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...
running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz shut the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why be getting busted?
Man, niggaz 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)