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 nothing nice
And just loving life
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
Cause word on the street that did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's 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
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's 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
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without niggas lurking
They tryna murder he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
There's money on his and niggas is sayin' go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And he ain't 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 crib he spin the block he park it
ain't bitch 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
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' clip empty
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*