Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies,
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they
But gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood 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
him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never that
But she never told what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to 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, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's raining Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was 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 nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And on sight he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his and niggas is sayin' go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping he got that thang on
You know he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But little did he know 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
boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots youngin' squeezing clip empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun