Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sun dashed the quickness, back into the ride
With a on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin' from his mouth, now I'm at his
Kneelin' over body 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 know the people go
Where you can cash and chill on the low
In Southside Queens, Queens, if you say the ave
People automatically the path
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, on uh, come on, uh uh
I where people go
Where you can cash and chill on the low