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
splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight million stories,
up, from the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all over the world,
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is right now, man)
Ya nigga, watch 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, four-five why did you kill
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 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 homey, walked over, weapon was boney
nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow 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 all his weed
Untied him, he fell, weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start asleep

woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new 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 rose up 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 nine
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
Champion was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
him down the rail and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better start the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking this nigga, my nigga
(Better leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking
You, (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the up, man)
(Then you why niggaz be getting busted?
Man, niggaz is yelling, man
We in the cooking, B, come on, man
What the Langston, go to the store
I'm waiting for the baking soda)