Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in to Black Just
Riding Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas only become
Angels dont only fly, they right before you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live
I couldve died the same that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and to Springfield
November thirtieth, Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, keep on making it
Trying to leave out
But we was pulling Beems out, them M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas selling weed inside of a weed house
downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even count the Livingston
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home,
Queensbridge all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass

Niggas is very hungry for that robbery
Bury money, to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets look obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel chills the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His face on his Kings
in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in
Thugs bark, getting amped from
Over the of champions, see
Ever since then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all know how the go)
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real niggas in the besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to a story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the
Hope the memoriesll get us through
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
Niggas couldnt with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga money now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And here to tell your and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

Watch the con realest channel his spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act they killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You aint to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the game that we was with
Now Im the only black in the with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers
No familiar faces around, aint gotta grab the
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where went?
Old videos show that was murdered since
Another reason to get further
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling