Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper nothing nice
And just loving life
He got birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know hating
But they respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And getting 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
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise 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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea a goner
Fucking with 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
Them niggas dumping, he get up and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel 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 thirty in his
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
Addicted to the murder so you know that fiendin'
And he want nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas
They murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't 'em
Youngin' layin' low he Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his 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 in the morn', Paulie goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping he got that thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
When he hit the he spin the block before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's he seen a reaper walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is sparking
Shot hit the window get low he off him
Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he laying in a
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?"