Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who beat him?
I know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I haven't got my yet
Head splash, 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, what happens (Get on it man, for real)
the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo...
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the
He had a mask on, why did you kill him?
It was supposed to happen, clicked the back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the
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, on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
Where the shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
Chunk of flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son tell
Now it deep, son start falling asleep

woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and 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, opened his 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
bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like places
Pushed him down the and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz start flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just killed this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya dirty Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his head
You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga whole head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running 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
What the fuck? Langston, go to the
I'm stilling for the baking soda)