Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
Head splash, him... (eight million stories or something)
million stories, nigga
Word up, from the hard of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all over the world,
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing 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 mask on, four-five why did you kill
It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit
Yo, is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your real, can't let you get touched
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 nigga head, his Roley
the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, they
Chunk of meat flew off his bone, broke a seat
Had a in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

They woke him back up, him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you a new Beemer and them glasses is rough
was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought '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 up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll get it
All of us yelling, he I'll it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
Champion was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him the rail and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better flushing the fucking 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 whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
running through the building, man
(Y'all gotta shut the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be getting
Man, niggaz is yelling, man
We in the back cooking, B, on, man
What the Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling for the baking soda)