Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
Riding through Jamaica, in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, to the side of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they right before you
In front of you, its foul this money could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with Stretch from Live
I couldve the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, another Queens killed
It fucked me up,
I was just to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan on making it
to leave Queens out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
niggas be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious 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 salute real when I pass through

is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens right next to the cemetery
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and 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 Shirt
Laced in a ring, in his black Benz murking
when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since then, a nigga been 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?
Probably is, but odds are never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And here to 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, the hood legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles out the sorrows
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
Niggas couldnt with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid in a rental
Mouth shining, 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 stash
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his spirit
Goosebumps me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put in
You aint mean to murk him, your guns a
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich Yuppie
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where went?
Old videos niggas that was murdered since
reason to get further bent
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to your story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and the smoke rolling