Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

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

I knew this nigga Donovan
Astonishin' the way he used to the pill God
(Word?)
Let me speak about the way he 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 knew he grew it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he it

A scholar in acute niggarisms and
Get and yo Donovan hey come around the block
Youngest of three sons, fuckin' with and refunds
food stamps, and he was a champ

to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck gotta impress the chicks 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
You're my high, plus I got a nine
All I be is puttin' in work
So you can get a new dress for church

I know the devil outside, man it's cold
But I wanna get paid slow, and grow old
Like poppa plus I'm on I gotta
Get paid off the streets, to make ends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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