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 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 difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I the ancient manifested 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, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps into drug money, market into 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 dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
They of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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