Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing
And Paulie just loving
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out he live at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle sides 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 he slipping, yea he's a goner
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running 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 loading his four pound
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
they sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car 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 time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' put down them birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't though
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping he got that thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
he hit the crib he spin 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 he seen a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*