Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who will beat
I don't know, you know I can't reveal that of thing to you
I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, from the hard of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing 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 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 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, blood on his was thick
One second homey, over, weapon was boney
nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his
Untied him, he fell, weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son falling asleep

woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new Beemer and glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz went savage, 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 my niggaz'll still get it
All of us yelling, he I'll it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons it
hoody was gone, they broke his neck 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 fucking
You, (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be getting
Man, niggaz 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)