Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a place I where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your dough and on the low
In Southside, Queens, Queens if you say the ave
People automatically the path
You have to do the math in Southside Queens, Queens

I knew this nigga named
the way he used to handle the pill God
(Word?)
Let me speak the way he used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle at the same time guzzlin' a

Like a puzzle or a riddle, his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, never he woulda grew it
nigga, when it came to school he blew it

A scholar in acute and metropolitans
Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the
of three sons, fuckin' with coupons and refunds
food stamps, and still he was a

Time to get loot for boots and now
Fuck hoops gotta the chicks now
His said, "Donovan why are you
On the corner of and Guy R. Brewer"

He said, "Momma listen I'ma tell you one time
You're killin' my high, plus I got a
All I be doin' is in work
So you can get a new dress for church

I know the devil lurks outside, man it's
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and old
Like poppa I'm on parole I gotta
Get paid off the streets, to make meet

With the of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, with no taste
That night, Nikes, eatin' Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin' a dyke on a bike too small

Thinkin', this time, year, mom'll be able to, oh
Shit from across the streets, niggaz slow
Well, get the out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sun

Sun with the quickness, back into the ride
With a on his face, the picture of pride
Blood from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin' over Donovan's before he died

Eyes flutterin' up and in his head
And his last breath this is what he said
He said, "Why, why?"
Then I his eyes

There's a place I where the people go
Where you can dough and chill on the low
In Queens, Queens, where if you say the ave
People automatically know the
You don't have to do the in Southside Queens, Queens

And if you got a glock, you could shots
Like [unverified], when the be hot
In what we talkin' 'bout Queens,

Uh, come on uh, on, uh uh
I know people go
you can cash dough and chill on the low