Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with gold strap
With my peeps into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight 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 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"

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
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 prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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