Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his
Definition of nigga, yo
dont die, niggas only become immortal
Angels dont fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what this could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve died the same that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
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 way, drug-free route
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping them D's out
selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even the Livingston children
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught 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

Niggas is very hungry for bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the
Niggas rap sheets look like
You be starving in Kew
and milk from a small carton
You could still chills from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His face on his Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his Benz murking
Back Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in
Thugs bark, getting amped from
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been about the dough
(You all how the story 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 world besides us, I
is, but odds are well never cross paths
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
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
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, '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 here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the soldiers
it down, I told 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 covers me, our savior and healer
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they on purpose
Liars brag put work in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the game that we was stuck
Now Im the only black in the club with rich kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta grab the
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was since
Another reason to get further
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling