Luyện nghe bài hát Queens

He he heh, hey yo

There's a place I know the bitches go
Where they rob you for your dough and on the low
In Southside, Queens, where if you say the ave
People automatically know the
You don't have to do the math in Queens, Queens

I knew this nigga named
Astonishin' the way he to handle the pill God
(Word?)
Let me speak about the way he used to off his knees
And in the middle at the time guzzlin' a beer

a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard,
Son got hops, never knew he woulda it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he it

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

Time to get loot for boots and now
Fuck gotta impress the chicks 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 killin' my high, I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in
So you can get a new dress for church

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

With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no
That night, rockin' Nikes, eatin'
with a dyke on a bike too small

Thinkin', this time, next year, be able to, oh
Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach
Well, get the out, too late, the guns flash
In the they wet him like Reggae Sun splash

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

flutterin' up and down in his head
And with his last breath is what he said
He said, "Why, why?"
Then I 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
automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside Queens,

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

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