Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just life
He got them birds and he serving left and right
Never used to party in them every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to for him
'Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him through her phone, out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent
But she never told what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping 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
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 pound
Feeling he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta 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 thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't 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 that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a all you hear 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, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots youngin' squeezing clip 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?"