Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he 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 trying to 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the 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 fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to 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 he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you is heaters sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?" *gun shots*