Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie 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, out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause Tony's brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He strapped too, and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to 'em
Them dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he dead there no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little 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 rain it really gon' down
And it's like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
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 time fly it was Monday quick
And bout 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 clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' though
There's money on his head and niggas is go
But youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with burner 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 won't get the same so
he hit the crib he spin the block before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is 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
shots 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?"