Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies,
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing
And just loving life
He got them and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to in them clubs every night
bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he they hating
But they respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on by his lonely
And Paulie money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
'Cause word on the street that Paulie did
Used Key gold ass to get back
Text him her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent
But she never Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to a war
'Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the
Robbing everything moving and breaking law (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter a warning
He too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back to avoid 'em
niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get a body he on 'em
it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four
Feeling like he dead there ain't no now
Getting and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now
Momma and little kids get on the now
Finger on the he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' pour
And it's raining Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga
And he this 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 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the gun
And it's on sight he give a fuck if the law come

So he out
Ridin' dirty put down them
And fear niggas lurking
tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin 'em they hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing 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 know get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed
It was four in the morn', Paulie home
Windshields wiping, of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same so
When he hit the crib he spin the block before he it
ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear it's like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga 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, squeezing, trying get him off him
Them 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?"