Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies,
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he serving left and right
used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Used Key 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, fitting to a war
'Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really pour down
And it's raining Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it 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 live on some Sunday
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get 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 he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the he spin the block before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the 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 can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when rose like 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?"