Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie loving life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the
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 brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up 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 there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
they sad when 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 wasn't in it 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 Sunday
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without fear lurking
tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know 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 down with burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he 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 spin the block he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a walking
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip
That's Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?" *gun shots*