Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

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

youngest on the corner
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang trying to avoid 'em
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this dead 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 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck 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' put down them birdies
And fear niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and is sayin' go
But youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block before he it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper
Nigga with a all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
boxed him in and Paulie 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
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from brother nigga?"