Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie Tony right and Tony killed 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 birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he 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
Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that 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 scatter without a
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 running and on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling he dead 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 he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know nigga fiendin'
And he want this dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You what 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 bitch 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 get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?" *gun shots*