Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

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

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

Any other real niggas in the world us, I ask?
is, but odds are well never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid in a rental
shining, Eddies gold caps 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 to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps me, mothers here, I could 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 like they killed on
Liars brag put work in
You aint mean to murk him, your guns a
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If music money stop me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few faces
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos niggas that was murdered since
reason to get further bent
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
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling