Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
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 for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's like that y'all, like that y'all

"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"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
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, automatic 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
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, lyrics that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens 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
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken 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 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 know me from