Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he serving niggas and right
Never used to in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
that played the middle picking 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 youngest on the
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running 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 mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and is sayin' go
But youngin' he 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, middle of the rain
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 the block 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 he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*