Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

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

"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 memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

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

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