Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Story Pt2

Paulie killed right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em twenty years, they was homies, tight
grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving
He got them birds and he niggas left and right
Never used to party in them every night
Popping bottles, paper
Balling hard, he know hating
But they gon' it, cause he rocked Tony
And had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they to fall for him
'Cause word on the that Paulie did that
Used Key gold ass to get back
him through her phone, found out where he live at
She up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never 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 (LOOORD)
And on a rise now
Niggas that the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard brother trying to ride now
So he put a up on his head, he gotta die now

youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a
Fucking that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back to avoid 'em
Them dumping, he get up running 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 mouth while loading his 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
on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got in his nina
Seen car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you that nigga fiendin'
And he want nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was quick
And paulie bout to get back on his shit
And show 'em how done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young 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 fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out
Niggas spin 'em tryna hit 'em
Hitting every 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 cool as a fan
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 ain't yeah he got that thang on
You know he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he the block before he park it
Paulie ain't at all Paulie just cautious
But little did he know niggas in the streets
And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper
with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the 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
Them ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty
That's when rose like Derrick, put six in him
down on him he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn your brother nigga?"