Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie loving life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
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 digging ass to get
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the middle sides now
Plus he Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout 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 thunderstorm sound
Cause sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that fiendin'
And he want nigga dead before Sunday 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 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and niggas is go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the he spin the block before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the streets
And out his rear view it's like he seen a walking
with 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, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from brother nigga?" *gun shots*