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, where if you say the ave
People automatically the path
You don't have to do the in Southside Queens, Queens

I knew this named Donovan
Astonishin' the way he used to handle the 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 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 niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo hey come around the block
of three sons, fuckin' with coupons and refunds
food stamps, and he was a champ

Time to get for boots 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 close I'ma tell you one time
You're my high, plus I got a nine
All I be is puttin' in work
So you can get a brand new dress for

I know the devil lurks outside, man 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 ends meet

With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no
That night, Nikes, eatin' 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 approach
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 smile on his face, the of pride
comin' from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin' over body before he died

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

There's a place I where the people go
Where you can cash 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 in Southside Queens, Queens

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

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