Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a I know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your and shit on the low
In Southside, Queens, Queens if you say the ave
People automatically know the
You don't have to do the math in Southside Queens,

I this 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 middle at the same time guzzlin' a

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

A scholar in niggarisms and metropolitans
Get and yo Donovan hey come around the block
Youngest of three sons, with coupons and refunds
stamps, and still he was a champ

Time to get loot for boots and now
hoops gotta impress 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 my high, plus I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in
So you can get a new dress for church

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

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

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

Sun with the quickness, back into the ride
With a smile on his face, the of pride
Blood from his mouth, now I'm at his side
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 closed his

There's a place I know where the go
you can cash 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 math in Southside Queens,

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

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