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
Unofficial that smoke thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a head cutie pie
survivor, fuck 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, that's a part of me, bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my smoke
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that

"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"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
Live amongst no roses, the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, 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 they sling smack to
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my crew on memory lane

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

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