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 smoke thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

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

"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 trip memory 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 medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
to Christ, a disciple 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 rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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