Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas and right
used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, ready to fall for him
Cause on the street that Paulie 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 never that
But she never told what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's on the corner
little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up 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 while loading his four pound
Feeling he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was 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 temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they 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 he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't slipping he got that thang on
You know he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he a reaper walking
with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
That's when 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*