Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
Riding through Jamaica, in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
dont die, niggas only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, walk right before you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with Stretch Live Squad
I couldve died the same night that 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 it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, route
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on it
Trying to leave out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate 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 sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious 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 real when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the
Niggas rap sheets look obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and from a small carton
You could still chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
in a pinky 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
Over the of champions, see
Ever back then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all know how the go)
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real niggas in the world us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well cross paths
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the
in the air for my niggas not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
Champagne bottles out the sorrows
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G back in nine-three
couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga getting now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke

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