Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Lane

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, I be dissin' a
Unofficial that woolie 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 from Energizer
begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or
Poetry, that's a of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed
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, market rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to
With side bets, I a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!)
God, now the shit is explained
I'm niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, 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 a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' Queensbridge"

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

One for the
Two for and foreign cars
Three for Alize deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window shootouts, drug overdoses
amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my is the ganja
my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm so
My pen taps the then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some
Judges niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics real
Word to Christ, a of streets, trifle on beats
I prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings,
Some fiends scream, about Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', the herbs stand still
talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken 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 take a trip down 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