Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper nothing nice
And just loving life
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 they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie money 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 digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter a warning
He strapped too, reach and 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 while his four pound
Feeling like he dead there no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' live on some Sunday shit
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' put down them birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the song so
When he hit the crib he spin the before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is 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 ringing youngin' clip empty
when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?"