Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I know, you know 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 stories, nigga
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all over the world,
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 side of the
He had a mask on, why did you kill him?
It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit
Yo, is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened
Chiba lit, blood on his was thick
One second homey, over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
Where the blow shorty? start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

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 right in
He had the steal on 'I'm, went savage, they had him spread 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 with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in five places
Pushed him down the rail and it his face
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just killed this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking
You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the up, man)
(Then you wonder why be getting busted?
Man, niggaz is yelling, man
We in the back cooking, B, on, man
the fuck? Langston, go to the store
I'm waiting for the baking soda)