Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will him?
I know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
Head splash, him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
Word up, from the hard of Norfolk
to New York, all over 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 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, 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, let you get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened
Chiba lit, blood on his was thick
One second homey, walked over, was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
Where the shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat 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 deep, son start falling asleep

They woke him back up, smacked him the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you a new Beemer and them glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, '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 rose up like Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll get it
All of us yelling, he I'll it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't to kill him, his sons wanted it
hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better start the fucking toilet, man)
They fucking killed this nigga, my nigga
(Better leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his 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 shut the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be busted?
Man, y'all is yelling, man
We in the cooking, B, come on, man
the fuck? Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling waiting for the soda)