Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He strapped too, and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
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 he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And raining 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
to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without niggas lurking
They tryna murder he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and niggas is go
But youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He know get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same so
When he hit the he spin the block before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
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 from your nigga?" *gun shots*