Luyện nghe bài hát Memories Live

Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a cd
Get a collection of all the music and we've ever done

Bringing back sweet

Life, in flatbush and going to house parties
Red lights, bumping, is what you make it, then sorry
In my lifetime, done too many things
Better than watching your first son put his sentences
Yo, it kinda me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the as a young man
All teenage dreams of rapping
rhymes on napkins
Was really
Making this shit happen
It's like something through me
That just consume me
through the voices of the spirits speaking to me
I back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge
Took a plunge into my to share with my son

back sweet memories

Like out the back of my mind
Going back in time
Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the
Look back and you
Tracks that you relax and recline
Now cats rap packing a nine
When lacking divine

Running out of of conversation
Well I drop it in the because rocking's my occupation
I do it remarkably, spark up a
And possibly you follow me
Tap your chi
your memory
To help you see clearly, then get to me
Actually, nothing's new the sun
So when life be me
My remedy is back sweet memories'
Like the faces that are in the fabric of my consciousness
From cities where making a big accomplishment
Like when my people understood prominence
And my past life visions of the
Like the first time I saw krs live, it
I heard by common sense
in my psyche
I chose my direction spike lee
To speak my life through mics, and I take it lightly
It might be you did to bring you down when you were high
But that karma's a bitch, you asking god why
Like when my parents split up
Yo, I was
Seems like some years they was for the sake of the children
And I them for that
I know if they saw that
So I'mma say it, and convey it the world play it (3x)

Bringing back sweet

Like black is beautiful, names from the
Let me tap into your
of dreams become my property
When I my destiny like a prophecy
Especially I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories'
I got into my mind, see I got a treasury
That float through my head like a sweet
What you me
Reflection is a collection of
this is how hiphop was meant to be
Eventually, I knew I'd run hi-teknology
It was only a of time like centuries
the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak beats
If I make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make it
Came to cincinnati with mood, and we did sacred
Hi-tek beats my favorite
on the side was the cut
We to put songs together like 'what!'
Traveled the world, came to the crib
And hit the
Yeah, this we put in work and got some other plans
In fact, that's where take the fam
When the joint is done
By the time you hear this, I'll be in african sun
wow!
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