Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and
Never used to party in them every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never Paulie 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 Paulie on a now
that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking with lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter 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
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel it's going down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
Addicted to the murder so you know that fiendin'
And he this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
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 with the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas 'em they 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 it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain
And Paulie he ain't slipping 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 before he it
Paulie ain't bitch at all 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
Shot hit the window get low he off him
boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?"