Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas become immortal
dont only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what money could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with Stretch from Live
I died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to it with Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free route
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to Queens out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even count the children
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge niggas be up in 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 salute real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the
Niggas rap sheets look like
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel chills 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 Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
Thugs bark, amped from weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been about the dough
(You all how the story 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 besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well cross paths
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and 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 drowning 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
Laid in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga money now, but you know 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
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his moms
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
Blood of covers 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 murk him, your guns a
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never claimed to be the
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers
No familiar faces around, aint gotta grab the
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was since
Another reason to get bent
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling