Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

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

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

Like a or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, never knew he woulda it
nigga, when it came to school he blew it

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

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

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

I know the devil outside, man it's cold
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and old
Like poppa plus I'm on parole I
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, pissed with no
night, rockin' Nikes, eatin' Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin' with a dyke on a too small

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

Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the
a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin' from his mouth, now I'm at his
Kneelin' over body before he died

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

There's a place I know where the 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 Queens, Queens

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

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