Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey 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
Jungle survivor, fuck the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the 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 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 sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to Ceelo
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory
It's like that y'all, it's that y'all

"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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap Gods check 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
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name bell rings, black
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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