Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas only immortal
Angels dont only fly, they right before you
In front of you, its foul what money could do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking 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 king killed
It me up, yall
I was just to make it with Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free 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
Pumping bringing D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, 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, home, Castro
Queensbridge all I ask for
do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for that robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets look like
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and from a small carton
You could feel chills from 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 yellow sacks, sold in laundromats
bark, getting amped from weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the
(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 besides us, I ask?
is, but odds are well never cross paths
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to 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
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was
Laid in a rental
Mouth shining, gold caps all up in the dental
getting 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 the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his moms
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I could her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
Drug prices up or down, I a few dealers
And some accident murderers, act like they killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, guns a virgin
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music money didnt 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 club with 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, champagne by the
Where niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another reason to get further
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling