Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, ready to fall for him
Cause word on the that Paulie 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 what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
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 he dipping on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his while loading his four 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 trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
Cause they sad it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this 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 fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without niggas lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know it's get with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But did he know 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
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun