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 love of the paper ain't nothing
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he niggas left and right
Never to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
hard, he know they hating
But they respect it, cause 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
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him through her phone, found out he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping 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 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 on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They tryna heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know ain't playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' 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 in the morn', Paulie goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the song so
When he hit the crib he spin the before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing squeezing clip empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*