Luyện nghe bài hát Sonny's Missing

Then who beat him?
I don't know, you I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight million or something)
Eight million stories,
Word up, the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is 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, him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, why did you kill him?
It was supposed to happen, clicked the back
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 homey, walked over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his
Where the blow shorty? Shorty smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, gush
of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs and son wouldn't tell
Now it deep, son start falling asleep

They woke him back up, him with the Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I you copped a new Beemer and them glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz went savage, they had him out
T position, his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my 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 like places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his
Yo, chill, nigga,
Police, police, the bullhorn...
(Aiyo, son, niggaz start flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking killed this nigga, my
(Better leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the of his fucking head
You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the up, man)
(Then you why niggaz be getting busted?
Man, y'all 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)