Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a place I know 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 have to do the in Southside Queens, Queens

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

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

A scholar in niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo hey come around the block
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 impress the 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 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 lurks 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

With the back of her hand, she him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed no taste
night, rockin' 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, niggaz approach
Well, get the out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like Sun splash

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

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

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

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

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