Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't reveal that sort of to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight stories or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, from the hard of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all 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 of the building
He had a mask on, four-five why did you kill
It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit
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, fiend, all of them greened down
Chiba lit, blood on his Adidas was
One second homey, walked over, weapon was
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, vets, they gush
Chunk of flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son tell
Now it gets deep, son start asleep

They woke him back up, smacked him the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new and them glasses is rough
They was the joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz went savage, they had him out
T position, his jeans up
him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, why for real my niggaz'll still get it
All of us yelling, he I'll it
Mouth bloody, 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 five
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 fucking killed 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 fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police 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 fuck? Langston, go to the
I'm stilling waiting for the soda)