Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly 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 coke head pie
survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from
Sentence indented, with formality
My infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his coat
lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, into rap
No of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the shit is
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through 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 take a down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind
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
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, faces
telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let
And back down po-po I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's 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', watch the herbs still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is in my veins
I my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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