Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

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

I knew this nigga 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 a beer

a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' 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 in acute niggarisms 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 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 I'ma tell you one
You're killin' my high, I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in
So you can get a brand new dress for

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 ends meet

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

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

Sun dashed 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 down in his
And with his last breath this is what he
He said, "Why, why?"
Then I his eyes

a place I know where the people go
Where you can cash 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 could bust
[unverified], when the block be hot
In we talkin' 'bout Queens, Queens

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