Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang trying to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting 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 while loading his four
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' though
There's money on his and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the he spin the block before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his view 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 Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing squeezing clip empty
That's Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" shots*