Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never that
But she never told what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
'Cause Tony's little sixteen and up the wall
Robbing moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
that played the middle 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 brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
Shots fired, niggas scatter a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
niggas 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 while loading his four
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
and little kids get on the floor now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know ain't playin' though
There's 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 burner or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear view it's like he a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters
hit the window 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' clip empty
That's 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 your nigga?"