Luyện nghe bài hát A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Just
Riding through Jamaica, in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters die, niggas only become immortal
Angels dont only fly, walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what money could do
Cash the loyal
I with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch Live Squad
I couldve died the same night that died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, another king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Steve
The legal way, drug-free
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, keep on making it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, M3s out
Pumping bringing D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, buildings
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
Queensbridge all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I salute real niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for that robbery
Bury money, to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse next to the cemetery
Niggas rap look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel chills from the
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz
Back when Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, amped from weed
the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been 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 other real in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to a story and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the legends
Crack the Patrn, Hennessy, and
bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memoriesll get us through
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, gold caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im mental, but not simple
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 fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling

the con realest channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mothers here, I could her
Blood of covers me, our savior and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act they killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, your guns a
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Posse reincarnated through me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I never claimed to be the
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the game that we was stuck
Now Im the only black in the club with Yuppie kids
Sad thing, is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint grab the musket
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey
Old videos show niggas that was murdered
Another reason to get bent
Put your glass if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke