Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie thai
I dropped out of High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money or physiology
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly 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 weed
It's real, grew up in life, did times or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for to Ceelo
side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a straight through memory lane
It's that y'all, it's like that y'all

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

"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 memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live no roses, only the drama, for real
A is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with
I the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on
I decipher prophecies a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews they sling smack to dingbats
spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
'rap is real', watch the herbs 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 crew on memory

"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 down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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