Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a place I know 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 have 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 the way he used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle at the same time guzzlin' a

Like a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the
Scoop, shot, up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, knew he woulda grew it
Cool nigga, it came to school he blew it

A scholar in acute niggarisms and
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 boots and 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 my high, plus I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in
So you can get a new dress for church

I know the devil outside, man it's cold
But I don't get paid slow, and grow old
Like poppa I'm on parole I gotta
Get paid off the streets, to ends meet

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

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

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

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

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

And if you got a glock, you could shots
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 dough and on the low