Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial smoke woolie thai
I out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the
My man put the battery in my back, a from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a part of me, bop
I the ancient manifested 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 hype vice, murderous times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac gold
With my peeps that's into money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess means peace
For niggaz no sheisty to just snipe ya
off the dice-rollin' mats 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 trip straight through lane
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

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

One for the
Two for pussy and cars
Three for Alize niggas or behind bars
I rap divine check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many
Your telephone blowin', stitches or fat shoelaces
are petrol, dramatic 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 dark streets, brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', up-rise, plus some fail
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's
to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my
I pour my Heineken to my deceased crew on memory lane

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

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