Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't that sort of thing to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
to New York, all over the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing now, man)
Ya bitch-ass nigga, what happens (Get on it man, for real)
the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo...
They found his head splashed, 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 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, fiend, all of them greened down
lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his
him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling

woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you a new Beemer and them glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em in Brazil
He had the on 'I'm, niggaz went 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 with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was hundred
Couldn't to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his in like five 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 fucking killed this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his head
You, (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running 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 cooking, B, come on, man
What the Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling waiting for the soda)