Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

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

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

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

A scholar in acute niggarisms and
Get taller and yo Donovan hey 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 listen I'ma 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 don't get paid slow, and grow old
Like poppa plus I'm on parole I
Get paid off the streets, to make ends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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