Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper nothing nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and
Never to party in them clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
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 back to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four
Feeling like he dead ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And fear niggas lurking
tryna murder heared 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 money on his head and niggas is go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same so
When he hit the crib he spin the block before he it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?" *gun shots*