Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

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

Niggas is hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and from a small carton
You could still feel from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by its a dream
His face on his Shirt
Laced in a pinky ring, in his Benz murking
Back when Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all how the story go)
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)

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

Watch the con realest his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I claimed to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich Yuppie
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, aint grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another to get further bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling