Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his truck
Timbs was 40 below, to the side of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas only immortal
Angels dont only fly, they right before you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
with Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve died the same that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, another king killed
It fucked me up,
I was trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn keep on it, Manhattan 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 house
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even count the children
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
Queensbridge all I ask for
do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass

Niggas is hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
Niggas rap look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz
Back when Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting from weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever since then, a nigga 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 world besides us, I
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put glass 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 hood
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the
Hope the memoriesll get us through
Im a real O.G cause back in
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping since I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im still mental, but not
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his moms
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, guns a virgin
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,
If money didnt stop me
I claimed to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few 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 where the hustlers
No familiar faces around, aint gotta the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was since
Another to get further bent
Put glass high 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
for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke