Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed 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 them birds and he niggas left and right
Never to party in them clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Used Key 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 Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Cause Tony's little sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up and hitting 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 he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
they 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 in it when he heared it he was steaming
to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
Ridin' put down them birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner 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 youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
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
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you is heaters sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
That's when rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?" *gun shots*