Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, was homies, tight
grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie loving life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
hard, he know they hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
him through her phone, found out where he live at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to 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
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid '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 he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies gotta hear thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' pour
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
There's money on his head and niggas is go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know 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 yeah he got that on
You what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
he hit the crib he spin the block before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from brother nigga?"