Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas become immortal
dont only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul this money could do
Cash the loyal
I with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Squad
I couldve the same 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 trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free
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 them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping bringing D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home,
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I salute real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk from a carton
You could feel chills from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His face on his Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black murking
Back when Rock & Ron was on the map
in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from
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 are well never cross paths
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
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, salute the legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
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, 'gnac since I was little
back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im still mental, but not
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
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 could her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
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 stay on point, if not, its
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If music money didnt me
I claimed to be the toughest
Im to blame for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game that we was stuck
Now Im the only in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint grab the musket
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos show that was murdered since
Another to get further bent
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling