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 become
Angels dont fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul this money could do
corrupts 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
November thirtieth, another Queens killed
It me up, yall
I was just to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan on making it
Trying to Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, gold mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even count the children
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
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 hungry for that robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel 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 Benz murking
when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope 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 how the story go)
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real 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 tell a story and 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
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause back in
Niggas fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im still mental, but not
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his spirit
cover me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put in
You aint mean to him, your guns a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never claimed to be the
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the game we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta the musket
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another reason to get bent
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop bottle and keep the smoke rolling