Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with Cognac 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 vice to just ya
Start off the mats 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 through memory
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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