Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he serving left and right
Never used to party in them every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, ready to fall for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the
Robbing everything and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
that played 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 that lean, he dipping one in the
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that going down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it he heared it he was steaming
to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know ain't playin' though
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
When he hit the he spin the block before 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 a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip 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 learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*