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 of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters die, niggas only become immortal
Angels only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what money could do
Cash the loyal
I with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with from Live Squad
I couldve died the same night that died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and to Springfield
thirtieth, another 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 keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on it
Trying to Queens out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even count the Livingston
Justice in Ravenswood, neighborhood
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
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 hungry for bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right to the cemetery
rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk from a carton
You could still feel chills from the
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black murking
Back Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in
Thugs bark, getting from weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all know how the go)
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but are well never cross paths
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, the hood legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memoriesll get us through
Im a real O.G back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was
back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

the con realest channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I could her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and
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, your a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I claimed to be the toughest
Im to blame for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta the musket
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first
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 made it out the stash
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 bottle and the smoke rolling