Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I sent that
But she never told Paulie she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
'Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
everything moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)
And Paulie on a now
Niggas played 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

Paulie's youngest on the
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking that 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 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 ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking kicking in doors now
Momma and kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that 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 in his nina
Seen Paulie car thirty in his beamer
Paulie in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie to get back on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's done so he 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 he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And fear niggas lurking
They tryna heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie 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 burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he slipping 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
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie cautious
But little did he know in the streets talking
And out his rear it's like he seen a reaper walking
with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the get low he tryna off him
Youngin' him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, get him off him
shots ringing youngin' squeezing 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?"