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 nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he serving niggas and right
Never to party in them clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie getting money so them all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
Cause word on the street that did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him through her phone, found out he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never told what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang trying to avoid 'em
niggas 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 pound
like he dead there 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 that it's going down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And it's raining Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he 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 niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
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 burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie 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 get the same song so
he hit the crib he spin the block before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear view it's like he a reaper 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 ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*