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 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, blowing
Balling hard, he know they
But they respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them all on him
And his young boys riding, 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 where he at
She woke up in the morning like, I never that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He too, reach 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 it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four
Feeling he dead 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 hear thunderstorm sound
they sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And raining 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 know that fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And on sight he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?"