Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
through Jamaica, Queens 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 walk right you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
corrupts the loyal
I with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve died the same night that died
I got out of his ride
He me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Stoute
The legal way, drug-free
Back in the days, was sleeping on us
keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to Queens out
But we was pulling them out, them M3s out
Pumping bringing D's out
Rastas chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even count the children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
niggas be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
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 that robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz a Hyundai
The Queens right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk a small carton
You could still feel chills the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like 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
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga 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 niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And to tell a story 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 out the sorrows
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, 'gnac since I was little
back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im mental, but not simple
Put glass high 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 soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

Watch the con realest his moms spirit
cover me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few
And some accident murderers, they act they killed on purpose
Liars they put work in
You aint mean to him, your guns a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If music didnt stop me
I claimed to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few faces
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, aint grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos niggas that was murdered since
reason to get further bent
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke