Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
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 become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk right you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He dropped me off and drove to
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Steve
The legal way, route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas chocolate weed inside of a weed house
downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for that bank
Bury money, to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk a small carton
You could still chills from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a ring, in his black Benz murking
Back Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in
Thugs bark, getting amped weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga about the dough
(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 other real niggas in the besides us, I ask?
is, but odds are well never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell a story and 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 drowning out the sorrows
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies gold caps all up in the
getting money now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

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