Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and
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, with
My duration's infinite, wise or physiology
Poetry, a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did or white lines
The vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the with Cognac gold strap
With my peeps 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 roll a deuce, nothin' (Peace God!)
Peace God, now the is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

One for the
Two for pussy and foreign
for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, overdoses
amongst 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 blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's
I see streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, some fail
hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross 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 the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens
was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the stand still
Never talkin' to snakes cause the 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 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"
"Now let me take a trip memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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