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 nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the on smash by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, out where he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas that played the picking sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's on the corner
little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the
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
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a he dipping on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies gotta hear that sound
Cause sad when it rain it really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was
Addicted to the so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some shit
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And 'em how it's done 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 don't a fuck if the law come

So he out
dirty put down them birdies
And without niggas lurking
They murder heared he out there
spin 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though
There's money on his head and niggas is go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with that or end up a tag-toed
It was in the morn', Paulie goin' home
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
Paulie bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a walking
Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is sparking
hit the window get low he tryna off him
Youngin' boxed him in and can see the coffin
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them shots ringing youngin' 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 learn from your brother nigga?"