Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper nothing nice
And just 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' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, 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 woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she told 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 (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the 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 bang back to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it he heared it he was steaming
to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's 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 niggas lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' though
There's money on his and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know it's get down with burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear view 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, squeezing, trying get him off him
shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?"