Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black
was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk before you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking with Stretch Live Squad
I couldve died the same night that Stretch
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, another Queens king
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Steve
The legal way, drug-free
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan on making it
Trying to leave out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, cant even count the children
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home,
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
and milk from a small carton
You still feel chills from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a ring, in his black Benz murking
when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been about the dough
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all how the story go)
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real niggas in the world us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never paths
Put your glass if you made it out the stash 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 drowning out the
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause back in
Niggas couldnt fuck me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid in a rental
shining, Eddies gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put glass high 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
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his moms
Goosebumps me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on
Liars brag they put in
You aint to murk him, your guns a virgin
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated me, probably
If music money didnt me
I claimed 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 club with Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar around, aint gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos niggas that was murdered since
Another reason to get bent
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to tell your and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling