Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Part 2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies,
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nice
And Paulie loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and
Never to party in them clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they
But they gon' respect it, he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that did that
Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the like, I never sent that
But she told Paulie what she saw
She was her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)
And Paulie on a 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 he slipping, yea he's a goner
with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to '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 loading his four pound
Feeling like he there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in now
Momma and little get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' down
And it's like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
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 time fly fast it was Monday
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a temper and clutchin' the long gun
And on sight he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put them birdies
And without fear niggas
They tryna murder he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em
Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin'
There's on his head and niggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he 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
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got thang on
You know what he did to he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block before he it
Paulie ain't bitch at all just cautious
But did he know niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear 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 Paulie can see the
He get to reaching, squeezing, trying get him off him
shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie like Derrick, put six in him
Walked down on him he in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*