Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and
Never to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, cause he 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 ready to for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
'Cause Tony's little brother and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and every law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the middle sides now
Plus he heard Tony's trying to ride 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
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that fiendin'
And he want this dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young nigga he with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And without 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 know Paulie ain't though
There's money on his head and niggas is 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', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know what he did to Tony he get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But did he know niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a walking
Nigga a hoodie 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
when Paulie 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?"