Luyện nghe bài hát Queens, NY

[Paris - 1]
I 'em along with some acoustic guitar shit
Tell 'em it in front of Neiman Marcus
I that, I need that
When we gon chill, where the weed at, the at?
Said you got a Spider, them keys at? Them keys at?
on em, shitted on em
I'm hotter the sauna, pull off in a Zonda
Calm yourself before you get with
Had the medics working on pelvis
DOA nothing left to say
Went down an hourglass
1st class regardless
Fake not responsive
Me, I'm in the streets rocking a that's retarded
In the diamond district with
Making loads, you little wanna save up

[Hook - 50
We from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
You call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out the chrome
Where Brooklyn at? the Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
Statan at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where the Bronx at? Harlem at?
Yonkers at?

[Paris - 2]
All my men is caked up, stingy the snatch
Cause get too attached
with the ratchet under the mattress
Natural, my cat got a 5 o'clock
It don't matter niggas is still mad at you
is getting fucked
I'm on top, how I bop, luxury every stop
Eat it or beat it, you already know my friend
You're not needed: nigga remix
to everything on some G shit
Fuck with me, give me a
something hot, change the whole season
For the good, make you fix your demons
It's the loca, mocha
Bitches is on sofa, I'm taking over
You now rocking the best mama
hood hottie in the egg-shell Bugatti, oh!

[50 - Verse 3]
on em, squeeze on em
Move, the .22, three's on 'em
Breeze on 'em, lit the on 'em
In the bandanna, make 'em it's gang-related

We on that gritty shit, the city
New New York
You come through on pretty shit
Get outlined in
I get busy, I get busy, I'm now
I'm say I want you motherf-ckers to act out
I had ass sprintin' towards the door when I back out
Don't do it, you do it
Don't make me to you
Holy moly, ya Rolly, icy perpetual
blinking like ass, take a look at it
I'm a bad man, they say I'm a mad man
a mask and gloves
I let it on hands
We come from a war zone, them streets
Where anything and everything get to eat