Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in to Black Just
Riding Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, to the side of his dome
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, walk right before you
In front of you, its what this money could do
Cash corrupts the
I hung E-Money, too, the fucking truth
with Stretch from Live Squad
I couldve died the same night Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and to Springfield
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it Steve Stoute
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan on making it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant even count the Livingston
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash
Get money, Manolo, welcome home,
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass

Niggas is very hungry for that bank
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a
The Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap look like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by its a dream
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz
Back Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting from weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga about the dough
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all know how the go)
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memoriesll get us tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke

Watch the con realest his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I a few dealers
And some murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars they put work in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
stay on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo Posse through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I claimed to be the toughest
Im to blame for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich Yuppie
Sad thing, is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta the musket
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another to get further bent
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling