Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he dead there no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel that going down
Old ladies gotta hear thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But did he know niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing squeezing clip empty
That's when rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" shots*