Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
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 drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac 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
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
like that 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 trip down lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to cause the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue 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 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 number won, and you where me from