Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
Said on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' pour
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
Addicted to the murder so you know nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this young he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got 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 ain't bitch at all Paulie cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?"