Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

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

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea 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
Them niggas dumping, he get up 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 while loading his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the 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 it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But tryna live on some Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the 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 tryna murder he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' though
There's money on his head and is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was four in the morn', goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You know he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is sparking
hit the window 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 ringing youngin' squeezing empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?"