Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie just life
He got them birds and he niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every
Popping bottles, paper
hard, he know they hating
But gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the middle sides now
Plus he Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

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

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