Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, 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 begins indented, formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and fights invite crimes
on the block with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' for craps to Ceelo
With bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight memory lane
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

"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"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies 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 bell rings, black
Some scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man
True in the game, as long as is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased on memory lane

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

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