Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie just life
He got them birds and he serving left and right
Never used to party in clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting 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 middle picking now
he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and 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 body he on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his pound
Feeling like he dead ain't no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know nigga fiendin'
And he want this dead before Sunday hit
But tryna live on some Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna heared he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie 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 it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear it's like he seen 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 Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?" *gun shots*