Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing
And Paulie just life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he 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 that Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang trying to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead ain't no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he 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 the block before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is sparking
Shot hit the window get low he 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 Paulie 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*