Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old 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, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
Sentence begins indented, formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep
Childhood lesson make me see him in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
my peeps 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 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 straight through memory lane
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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen the paper then my brain's blank
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, 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 bell rings,
fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never to snakes cause the words of man kill
in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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