Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
dont die, niggas only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk before you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with Stretch Live Squad
I couldve died the night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He me off and drove to Springfield
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up,
I was just to make it with Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, keep on making it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling Beems out, them M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, gold mouth
warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, cant even count the children
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge 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 real niggas when I pass

Niggas is hungry for that bank robbery
money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel chills from the
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his Benz murking
when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from
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 know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real niggas in the besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put glass high if you made 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 legends
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
Champagne bottles drowning out the
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

the con realest channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag put work in
You aint to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If music money stop me
I never to be the toughest
Im to blame for a few faces reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar around, aint gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old show niggas that was murdered since
reason to get further bent
Put your high if you made 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
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling