Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk before you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with from Live Squad
I died the same night that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens killed
It fucked me up,
I was just trying to make it with Stoute
The legal way, route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
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,
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I through

Niggas is hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse next to the cemetery
Niggas rap look like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and from a small carton
You could still chills 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 black Benz
when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, amped from weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been about the dough
(You all know how the 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?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga money now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

Watch the con realest channel his spirit
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
Blood of covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I a few dealers
And some murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, your a virgin
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I never claimed to be the
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, is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta grab the
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where went?
Old show niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to get bent
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling