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 paper ain't nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas and right
Never used to party in them clubs every
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent 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 moving and every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking 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 brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel that 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 car dropped thirty 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 before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this nigga he fuck 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
dirty put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and niggas is 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 four in the morn', Paulie goin'
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know what he did to Tony he get the same song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the streets
And out his rear it's like he seen a reaper walking
with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?"