Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who beat him?
I know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight stories or something)
Eight stories, nigga
Word up, from the streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, (Son is missing 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 to happen, clicked the shit back
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 real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, fiend, all of them greened down
Chiba lit, on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the head, broke his Roley
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 and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son tell
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

They woke him up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and them glasses is
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em 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 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, shits was nine hundred
Couldn't to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and it 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, man? (Yo, man, the nigga fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running 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 back cooking, B, on, man
What the Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling for the baking soda)