Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he niggas left and right
used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to for him
'Cause word on the street Paulie did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
'Cause Tony's little sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking 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 up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
Shots fired, niggas without a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang 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 mouth while his four pound
like 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 he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
Cause they sad when it it really gon' pour down
And raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
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 fuck with the one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear niggas
They murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
money on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he scared, he cool as a fan though
He it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie goin'
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he 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 he spin the block before he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie cautious
But little did he know niggas in the streets
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
Walked on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your nigga?"