Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he serving left and right
Never used to party in them every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And Tony had the 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 that did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

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

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without fear niggas
tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and is sayin' 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 in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know what he did to Tony he get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" shots*