Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em 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
used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they respect 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
'Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never Paulie what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that 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 on the corner
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He strapped too, reach and 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 his four pound
Feeling like he dead ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But he ain't 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 home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that 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 niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing 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?"