Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a place I where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your and shit on the low
In Southside, Queens, where if you say the ave
automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in 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 off his knees
And in the at the same time guzzlin' a beer

a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard,
Son got hops, knew he woulda grew it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he it

A in acute niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the
Youngest of three sons, fuckin' with coupons and
food stamps, and still he was a

to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck gotta impress the chicks now
His said, "Donovan why are you
On the corner of and Guy R. Brewer"

He said, "Momma listen close tell you one time
You're killin' my high, I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in
So you can get a brand new for church

I the devil lurks outside, man it's cold
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and old
poppa plus I'm on parole I gotta
Get off the streets, to make ends meet

the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed no taste
That night, rockin' Nikes, Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin' with a dyke on a too small

Thinkin', this time, next year, mom'll be to, oh
Shit across the streets, niggaz approach slow
Well, get the metal out, too late, the flash
In the melee wet him like Reggae Sun splash

Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the
a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin' over Donovan's before he died

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

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

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

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