Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed 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 ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the that Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent
But she never told what she saw
She was running her mouth, to start a war
'Cause Tony's little sixteen and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas played the middle picking sides now
he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's 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, and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to '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 'em it's war now
in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going
Old gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
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 thirty in his
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna murder he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing 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 ain't scared, he as a fan though
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear view it's he seen a reaper walking
Nigga a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' clip empty
That's Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?"