Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the 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 them clubs every
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, ready to fall for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she told Paulie what 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 on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking now
Plus he heard Tony's brother to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling he dead 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 it's going down
Old gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without fear niggas
tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' 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 down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, middle of the 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
When he hit the crib he spin the 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 it's like he seen a walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you learn from your brother nigga?"