Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk right you
In of you, its foul what this money could do
Cash corrupts the
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking 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, Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Stoute
The legal way, route
Back in the days, they was on us
Brooklyn on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap,
Bridge be up in Peteys 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 just salute real niggas when I pass

Niggas is very for that bank robbery
money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets look like
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk a small carton
You still feel chills from the team
On 118, my Ben fly by like its a dream
His face on his Kings
in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
bark, getting amped from weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever back 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 real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are never cross paths
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memoriesll get us tomorrow
Im a real O.G back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt with me, sipping '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 glass high if you made it out the spot
And here to your story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and the smoke rolling

Watch the con realest channel his moms
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
Blood of covers me, our savior and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on
Liars brag they put in
You aint mean to murk him, your guns a
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I claimed to be the toughest
Though Im to for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game that we was with
Now Im the only in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show that was murdered since
Another reason to get further
Put your glass high if you 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 soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling