Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

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 every night
Popping bottles, blowing
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked
And had the hood 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 that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get
Text him through her phone, out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never that
But she never Paulie what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the
Robbing moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And on a rise now
that 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 he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
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
Said it's on now, try and 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four
like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want this dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday
And time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get on his gunplay shit
And show 'em how it's done so he up his gun
And show this young he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down birdies
And without fear lurking
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas 'em they tryna hit 'em
Hitting corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't though
There's money on his head and is sayin' go
But he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though
He know it's get down with that burner or end up a
It was four in the morn', goin' home
Windshields wiping, middle of the storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same so
When he hit the crib he spin the block he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his view it's like he seen a reaper 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' squeezing clip
That's when Paulie rose 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?" *gun shots*