Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be a
that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
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 times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps 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' 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 memory lane
It's like that y'all, 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or 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 nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, on beats
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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