Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

The most dangerous MC is, me number won, and you know where me