Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
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 from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
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 lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just 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 through lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

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

"Now let me a trip 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"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic 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 fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I the frail, with 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 they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens 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 long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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