Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, 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 for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

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

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

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

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on lane

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

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