Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper nothing nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them 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' it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
'Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key gold ass to get back
him through 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 her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause Tony's little sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that the middle picking sides now
Plus he Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he die now

Paulie's on the corner
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He strapped too, 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 he dipping on 'em
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his while loading his four pound
Feeling he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he that it's going down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before 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 it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the one
Got a short temper and 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 tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he scared, he cool 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
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And he ain't slipping 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 before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the streets
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
That's when rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?"