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 dough and on the low
In Southside, Queens, where if you say the ave
People automatically the path
You don't to do the math in Southside Queens, Queens

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

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
Cool nigga, when it came to 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

Time to get for boots and kicks 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 close 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 brand new dress for

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

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

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

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

Eyes up and down in his head
And with his last this is what he said
He said, "Why, why?"
Then I closed his

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 know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside Queens,

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

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