Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
Riding Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
dont die, niggas only become immortal
Angels only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
Cash corrupts the
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
with Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve died the same night Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He me off and drove to Springfield
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up,
I was just trying to make it Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan on making it
Trying to 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, gold teeth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even count the Livingston
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
niggas be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home,
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just real niggas 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 to the cemetery
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a carton
You could still feel chills the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His face on his Shirt
Laced in a ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the
(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 niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never 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 niggas not
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I a few dealers
And accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, your 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
Though Im to for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game that we was with
Now Im the only black in the with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers
No familiar around, aint gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another reason to get further
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to your story and celebrate 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