Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black
Timbs was 40 below, to the side of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters die, niggas only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk right you
In front of you, its what this money could do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking Stretch from Live Squad
I died the same night that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He me off and drove to Springfield
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was trying to make it with Steve 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 out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even count the children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a cash flow
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 I pass through

is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a
The Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk a small carton
You still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz
Back when Rock & Ron was on the map
in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a 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 besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are never cross paths
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And to tell 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
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck 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 if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and the smoke rolling

Watch the con channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, act like they killed on purpose
Liars they put work in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If money didnt stop me
I claimed to be the toughest
Though Im to for a few faces 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 grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show that was murdered since
Another reason to get bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell your story and the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling