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

I knew this nigga named
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 middle at the same time a beer

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

A scholar in acute niggarisms and
Get taller and yo hey come around the block
Youngest of three sons, fuckin' coupons and refunds
food stamps, and still he was a

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

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

I know the devil lurks outside, man it's
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 of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no
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 across the streets, niggaz slow
Well, get the out, too late, the guns flash
In the they wet him like Reggae Sun splash

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

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

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

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

Uh, on uh, come on, uh uh
I where people go
Where you can cash and chill on the low